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 dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a violet coat with white slacks. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. He has hazel eyes and a blue hat with a violet feather.

Personality: Raer is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born to a Ruler, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 150 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (70 gp).

Description: He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and he perpetually has his longsword ready. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Server born in the past three hundred years. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He worked as a nervous Server and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Server for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1000 gp. Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is typically in her Slave Trader uniform. Her long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Armara is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Her childhood dream was to be a Healer, but she was a colossal failure. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: She prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. Her purple hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. She has white eyes.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: She comes from a rich northern family. When Sekhmet reached her early adolescence her Tiefling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp.