Description: This southern man prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His clothes are grease stained in places. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sage hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'2" and wears a brown shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and violet pants. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his brown hair down. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. 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 grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Gerald reached his early adolescence his Human 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. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Junk Dealer for the past few years.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Armorer; and he's in love

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 9000 sp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Raymond speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He tends to his Spice Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His white hair is knotted and matted. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his broad yellow hat.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Bricklayer, but he was a colossal failure. 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: Expand his business; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (110 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His white hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

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. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Military, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 900 gp.