Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Navigator profession.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Moss agate (13 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Blue sapphire (700 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and carries maces. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sculptor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 10000 sp. Chrysoprase (30 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Red-brown spinel (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Thomas has worked very hard to control his curse. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1500 sp. Freshwater pearl (7 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he dresses like a well dressed Fortune-teller does. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fortune-teller.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a brown wide-brimmed hat and brown clothes. He is an epitome of beauty. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. He is baby faced.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Dustin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Roofer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Cynical, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp).