Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, violet shirt, and black tie. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Geoffrey was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Justice, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has wavy red hair. He has blue eyes and a blue hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He tends to his Mercenary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Enemies, Nature, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is typically in his Dilettante uniform. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

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 has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in a small island village. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3200 sp.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. 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: Dean was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 600 gp.