Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a glaive on his belt. His hair is long and red with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. 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 calm most of the time but flees social interaction. 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 was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Interpreter does. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has worked as a Interpreter like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 20000 sp. Obsidian (4 gp). Sard (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Heward 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. 5 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a grey Stetson hat and grey clothes. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he has a crush on the local shoemaker

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 16000 cp. 1 Silk rope. 1 Superior lock. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker black hat.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Sage profession.

History: Percival was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Gardener hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and balancing his hectic life and new gardener responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp. Eye agate (16 gp). Red garnet (40 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.