Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He is portly but not overly obese. He wears his black hair down. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a pastel and black handkerchief worn on his left side. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in the south to a Tanner, Randal learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Tanner and found it very stressful. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To be a Mortician again.

Flaws: Hedonist, Secretive. Bonds: Guardian, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large pastel jacket. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

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 lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1500 sp.

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 a black shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Percival wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His first spouse was a Merchant, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Religious. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Smokesticks. 4 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'8". He wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longbow. His hair is short and white. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

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. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 gp. Aquamarine (1600 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). 1 Chain shirt.