Description: This man is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, brown shirt, and grey tie. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Reirak was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To be a Beggar again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has shaved his head bald. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed tan hat.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His first spouse was a Stylist, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 23000 sp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears his white hair down. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. 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 never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic, Joker. Bonds: Nature, Debt. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 360 gp. 1 Breastplate.

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 has the majority of his body covered in plate. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Veit is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born in the west. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Veit has worked very hard to control his curse. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.