Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down, and is pretty ugly. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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 to loving parents in a slum to the north. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Poor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson black hat.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Banker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Jocelyn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He bought a crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 20000 cp. 4 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He wears a fancy pastel suit. He sports a flattop hair cut. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a white small hat and white clothes. He wears his blonde hair up. His eyes are green and catlike.

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. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Ploughman.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Job, Slave, Attractive. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His red hair is braided into rings. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Seamstress arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.