Description: A plain young-adult man, he 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 hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Through the years after Damien was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Damien's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Zedaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. 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: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears baggy white pantaloons and a tan scarf. His hair is chestnut and curly. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. He wears his blonde hair up. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Ombul was born the youngest of three triplets. His childhood dream was to be a Banker, but he was a colossal failure. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. Her hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are green and beady.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Baker arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered south to less war torn lands. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 500 sp. Tourmaline (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.