Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Bowyer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 800 sp. Sardonyx (70 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brown fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines yellow.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Moon was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warrior, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warrior in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her hair is brown and curly. Her violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Marshal. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She got into the Marshal business at a young age. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available she will default to her longsword. She carries a battered club and tarnished longsword as well. Her hair is blonde and curly. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A true patriot, Orla would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 20 gp. Amethyst (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.