Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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, Seebo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When Seebo reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Seebo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a long, violet cloak. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Gennal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a green collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His brown hair is singed and shortened. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Priest responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Jasper (40 gp). Banded agate (16 gp).

Description: This man wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Laborer profession.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is content; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 50 gp. Red spinel (70 gp).

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

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. Kilvar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Chain shirt.