Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1700 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (110 gp).

Description: He is typically in his Jeweler uniform. He carries with him a set of rapiers, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in the west to a Jeweler, Thervan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Jeweler and found it very stressful. 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 further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 9000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp).

Description: He wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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 born at the edge of vast plains. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. A true patriot, Carrie would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When Carrie reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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 bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to protect his home

Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Mindartis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Greedy, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.