Description: This late middle aged man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time and is in decent physical shape. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length red hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Purban's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sellsword work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sellsword work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and wears a black shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and blue pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down, and is pretty ugly. Her crest is green and curly. Her gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Chassath grew up listening to her father's many stories. She found a children's book about a Dragonborn Expert who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This late middle aged man dresses like a well dressed Tailor does and is in decent physical shape. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a Tailor first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Gimble took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and expand his business

Flaws: Mundane, Greedy. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His ears are large.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bowyer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. Freshwater pearl (11 gp).