Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He worked as a nervous Bookbinder and found it very stressful. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Bookbinder for hire.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 20000 cp. Red garnet (50 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Coral (50 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp).

Description: This man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has done his best to style his blonde hair to look like a famous performer. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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: He was born in the west. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Passionate, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His hair is short and silver. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Prâk was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. Through the years after Prâk was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Prâk's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears long strands of opal and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is blonde and curly. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 26. 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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Gerbo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 200 gp.