Description: This light-skinned male wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his lance with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Sailor father left him crippled. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Pink pearl (90 gp). White pearl (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears brown trousers with green and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His fur is short and black. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Harvest was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Animal Trainer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Greedy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple violet robe with green stripes complete with hood. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His hair is long and silver with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He has blue eyes and a violet hat with a green feather.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Stableman but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Riardon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Jeweler they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Stableman, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Pacifist. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 21000 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Darkwood Shield.