Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tight fitting green shirt and pants. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kody does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born in a small island village. He moved out east to avoid the crime he committed. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a very tight haircut. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Bertram's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Miller profession.

History: Bertram was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He became a Server soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull brown iron scale mail, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Bricklayer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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: He has money and likes to spend it; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Pacifist, Extrovert, Athletic. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 cp. Red garnet (50 gp).

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His black fur is lengthy. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Flame was born the youngest of three triplets. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mayor and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.