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 wears long strands of amber and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He sports a flattop hair cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 700 gp. Tourmaline (120 gp). Sard (80 gp). Golden pearl (120 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears long strands of ruby and short yellow dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: This late middle aged man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull green iron scale mail and is in decent physical shape. He wears a colorful flower in his black hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: Kyle was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 15000 sp. Coral (120 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down. His tied-back hair is silver. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though he does not identify as such. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born to a Crown-heir, his mother struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Half-Orc compassion; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2200 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Taklinn took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Courier.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1000 cp. Obsidian (15 gp).