Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, marred by sweets. His silver hair is long and unkept. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Fivin was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 900 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Riardon was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Scribe. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Citrine (50 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Coral (140 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His head has been shaved. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His lavender fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is scarred and worn.

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 lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Job, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 sp.