Description: This man wears a white vest and prefers black and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. His silver crest is heavily combed to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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 does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 gp. A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (120 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. 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: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 10 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. He is an epitome of beauty. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

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. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 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; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Slave, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man prefers to wear flannel. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Pikar hails from a village terrorized by brigands. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Guardian, Criminal record, Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 150 gp.

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 a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His silver hair is lengthy. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the east were limited. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 350 gp. Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Peridot (20 gp).