Description: This late middle aged man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 gp. Rose (80 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'2" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses well, wearing violet shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lance does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Lance was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He has gray eyes and a green hat with a black feather.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the east to a Armorer, Guy learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: To be a Painter again.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Slave. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Stylist. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in the east to a Stylist, Wymar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. 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: Sabotage a competitor; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with brown slacks. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Godfrey took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.