Description: This tall, slender man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Direcris was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Direcris decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Antitoxin. 4 Thunderstones. 8 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is long and golden with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in the east. Thervan was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Shipwright. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1400 gp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 3'1". He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. 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 moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Thorpe lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Cynical, Hedonist. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 30000 cp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, white shirt, and black tie. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Fivin was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 500 gp. Tourmaline (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.