Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He sports yellow clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Addict, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 sp. Golden pearl (60 gp).

Description: A 5'5" northern man, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He keeps his long dark red hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is content; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 6000 cp. Tourmaline (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a fancy red suit. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Corkitron hails from a village terrorized by brigands. 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 Dyer. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and a deep hatred of brigands

Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Just what you see.