Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a white feathered hat and white clothes. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Thokk lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear brown clothing when he does not wear armor. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. This blue eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Hoshgrish took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Masseuse, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears a pastel coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His black hair is knotted and matted. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Foxilon liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 60000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'7" when asserting himself. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are white and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Map Maker born in the past three hundred years. The war was a terrible time for him, and Paymon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He became a Map Maker soon after.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 310 gp.