Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He very much looks the part of a Navigator. His crest is copper and curly. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Navigator. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

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. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Navigator.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Jade (90 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Halflings. His skin is light but he possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. He wears a white cloak and cross-gartered violet stockings. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. This brown eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the west to a Sage, Hobart learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His mother, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp. Onyx (50 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp).

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Travok is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. A true patriot, Travok would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Travok grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 Half-Orc in existence. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has worked as a Servant like his father before him.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 gp. Rose (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a sickle on his belt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Heward was taken on many hunting expeditions. At a young age his mother died while driving off some giants. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Heward 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 many giants want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 500 sp.