Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Krimmon will drive conversation. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Krimmon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 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 wears a green collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair is still thick. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 200 gp. Deep green spinel (100 gp). 8 Acid flasks. 2 Thunderstones. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'1" and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 30 pp. Blue quartz (10 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Azurite (10 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. His red hair is thinning but still full. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger. His chestnut hair is cut short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 20000 cp.