Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Fallond was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Healer and was forced into it by his family; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Family, Debt. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This western man wears just a white suit. His clothes are grease stained in places. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has brown eyes and a white hat with a black feather.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1700 gp. Silver pearl (130 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Jet (130 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. He has chestnut hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

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. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, green shirt, and black tie. He has dyed his greying blue crest a little too much giving a sharp blue color. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Valorean was born the youngest of three triplets. When Valorean reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Spice Merchant they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Stylist, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Family, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his right hand. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Map Maker responsibilities is difficult; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 360 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp).