Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Morkral and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With violet face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a white deerstalker hat and white clothes. His chestnut hair is still thick. He has amber eyes.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in the north to a Masseuse, Resh learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Masseuse for the past few years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Carnelian (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 3'4" eastern man, he sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Sage business.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. 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: To prove his worth to the world; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She dresses like a well dressed Barber does. She has shaved her head bald. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.