Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'11" and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His head has been shaved. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 700 gp. Azurite (4 gp). Brown-green garnet (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 4'7" western man, he wears just a black suit. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Thamior lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 200 gp. Jet (70 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a pastel and black handkerchief worn on his right side, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. 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. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1400 gp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'5" and wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a kukri, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson blue hat.

Personality: Berrian wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 110 pp. Citrine (30 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Golden pearl (120 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has red hair. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Arannis abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Rich, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 280 pp. Red spinel (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.