Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His brown fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His green eyes peer out from beneath his feathered tan hat.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sculptor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sculptor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has taken up work as a Sculptor and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Family, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Tharivol wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Adept, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Spice Merchant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Spice Merchant work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Junk Dealer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Spice Merchant responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Poor, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears just a blue suit. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rimple is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Solid gold idol (1000 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a violet coat. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Arannis's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

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 large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Arannis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1700 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (7000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.