Description: This man wears a brown vest and prefers blue and yellow shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He keeps his white fur in a flapper bob. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep copper.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Cloak was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has achieved small success as a Stableman.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'4" when asserting himself. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. 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 has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Guardian. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His blue hair is greasy and uncared for. His black eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Kairon was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Junk Dealer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Ideals: Professionalism, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Everburning torch. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Baradad took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Red spinel (110 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a black coat. She keeps her blue hair in a flapper bob. Her eyes are silver.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Her psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Expand her business; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Banded mail.