Description: He wears a black shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. He has a tattooed face.

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. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born in the east to a Laborer, Gennal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. Jade (50 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp).

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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 a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Stylist for hire.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2800 sp.

Description: He stands about 3'7" and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. Being a Dyer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'3" and likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 30 pp.