Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a white top hat and white clothes. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Ombul was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He tends to his Ruler job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is typically in his Slave Trader uniform. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Crampernap was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has worked as a Slave Trader like his mother before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 16000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his white hair down. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: The child of a Glassblower, who enjoyed hunting, Brottor was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and doesn't want to be a mortician and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of spears on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He wears his blonde hair up. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Erevan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, 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 Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 700 sp.