Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he tends to wear a large white jacket. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tod is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather, marred by sweets. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely yellow suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has moderate length silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Dreali embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He struck the Server job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 310 gp.