Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Guard arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature axe.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 30 pp. Amethyst (90 gp). Peridot (80 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Stylist born in the past three hundred years. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He got into the Stylist business at a young age. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and an old rival family wants him found

Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2500 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears violet trousers with brown and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is an amazing painter.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the south, 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 south 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Odo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 900 gp. Obsidian (16 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Hubert will drive conversation. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Hubert is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has worked as a Weaver like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and expand his business

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice, Optimist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 800 gp.