Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears baggy violet pantaloons and a black scarf. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. His ears are large.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 160 pp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He has a dull look in his black eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 94. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: Forcas was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 3100 sp. Emerald (600 gp). Star ruby (600 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp).

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. She tends to wear a tan poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt, marred by chocolates. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Drusilia took it upon herself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted arcane powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 70 gp. Chrysoberyl (150 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a red feather.

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. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Armorer profession.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He worked as a nervous Bookbinder and found it very stressful. He has worked as a Bookbinder like his father before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She stands about 5'9" and wears a white cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Vanchu lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Merchant and was forced into it by her family; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Superior lock.