Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries a battered greatsword and tarnished pickaxe as well. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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 in the east. 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 left for the east, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 23000 cp. Carnelian (70 gp). Red garnet (110 gp). Blue quartz (6 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 is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Layabout. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Thervan 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Layabout for the past few years.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and an old rival family wants him found

Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 200 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp).

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Obsidian (7 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Sailor. He carries a battered halberd and tarnished greatsword as well. His black hair is braided into rings. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born in the north to a Sailor, Nicor learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Secretive, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He usually wears his grey robe and has his warhammer always slung over his shoulder. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Thunderstones.