Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Ploughman. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Persistence, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 3200 gp. Malachite (12 gp). Red garnet (60 gp). Rose (30 gp). Jade (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Black opal (1100 gp). Moonstone (30 gp).

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'2" and wears a fancy brown suit. His hair is short and brown. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Solomon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Gifted from a young age, Solomon studied abroad. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 sp. Red spinel (80 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 3'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. His brown hair is lengthy. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Erky is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Erky was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. After a long history of fighting, Erky and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 6'4" western man, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Târz was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Târz decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Assassin 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 feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 gp. Zircon (40 gp). Brown-green garnet (70 gp). Red spinel (70 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is typically in his Stableman uniform. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born to a Bounty Hunter, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the south were limited. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 30 pp.