Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears skinny pants and wears a white and blue robe with the hood down. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Junk Dealer. He has achieved small success as a Junk Dealer.

Motivation: To be a Fisher again; and balancing his hectic life and new junk dealer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 6000 cp. Jet (100 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She keeps her white fur in a flapper bob. She has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.

History: Harvest was born the youngest of three triplets. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To unite with her sister.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 500 sp. 4 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Theren reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'7". He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is white and curly. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Morg was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp.