Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his red hair in a flapper bob. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Ploughman but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Wymar 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.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist, Gifted. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 600 gp. Iolite (60 gp). Black star sapphire (400 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Coral (70 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He's also a talented Jeweler, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His crest is red and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Kaladan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. After coming to the age of reason, Kaladan took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Slave Trader responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 110000 cp. Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'2" and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has moderate length dark red hair. His black eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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. 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 terrified, and will act out of fear; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Banded agate (16 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Mogg embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Orcs. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Mogg was born the youngest of three triplets. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 330 gp.