Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He is portly but not overly obese. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Gardener work with an outfit from a few towns over. Gardener work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Gardener job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 2100 sp.

Description: An older man who is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, he is not a threatening figure. He has done his best to style his cinnamon fur to look like a famous performer. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is a Healer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to clean up the streets

Bonds: Job, Religious, Nature, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 380 gp. Malachite (7 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp).

Description: He wears a tan shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has wavy brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Selfish. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 40000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Spy. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He got into the Spy business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Spy. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by a spirit.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a navigator again

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp.