Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His white hair is cut short. He wears a mask on his face.

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 is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born in the west to a Spice Merchant, Grisha learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 Spice Merchant. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his greataxe. His scarlet crest is knotted and matted. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson green hat.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Tourmaline (50 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Pog was born the youngest of three triplets. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Pog was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. After a long history of fighting, Pog and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Family, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 45000 sp.

Description: She wears dark leathers with embroidery. Her blonde hair is well kept. Her gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.