Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He is an epitome of beauty. He keeps his black hair in a flapper bob. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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 terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Nim was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mercenary responsibilities is difficult; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Forgetful, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears dull brown sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. He is portly but not overly obese. His silver hair is knotted and matted. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. 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 Brewer. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He stands about 5'4" and wears a pastel collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His gray fur is still thick. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 50. 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 is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is wearing a tight grey one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He wears his golden hair up. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Fortune-teller profession.

History: Born in the east to a Ruler, Frederick learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He wears a simple grey robe with brown stripes complete with hood, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'9" when asserting himself. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Wymar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 30 gp.