Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Locksmith. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. The war was a terrible time for him, and Valafar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 60 pp. Red garnet (140 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He prefers to wear flannel. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. He is baby faced.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rose (20 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Azurite (10 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A 5'7" northern man, 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 cut close to his head. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Sensitive, Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He is portly but not overly obese. He has copper crest. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. The war was a terrible time for him, and Salasar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Salasar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Riardon was born the youngest of three triplets. After coming to the age of reason, Riardon took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fletcher they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Ruler, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 2900 sp.