Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Miles will drive conversation. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: He got into the Bricklayer business at a young age. Miles liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Bricklayer for hire.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 4000 sp. Iolite (30 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sai, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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 is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his broad tan hat.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Debt, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 sp. Alexandrite (900 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available he will default to his spear. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. After a long history of fighting, William and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 5000 sp.