Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. 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 hair is auburn and curly. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Galinndan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He found a children's book about a Elf Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a violet Stetson hat and violet clothes. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Curran reached his early adolescence his Halfling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue sapphire (1500 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Oskar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Smokesticks.