Description: 5'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses in violet turtlenecks beneath a white coat with violet slacks. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes brigands are coming to abduct people. 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: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Wymar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in the north. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Balimaar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and balancing his hectic life and new navigator responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 6'6" and muscular, this western man is wearing a long, black cloak. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. 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 a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When Conrad reached his early adolescence his Human father 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 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 4 Acid flasks.