Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has moderate length white hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the east. A gifted student he started as a Performer, but he got bored and became a Bricklayer. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 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 brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A true patriot, Dustin would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to pay off his debts

Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His tied-back hair is white. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Soapmaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. He carries with him a set of scimitars on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Simon was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2700 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.