Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is blonde and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Nutae was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Nutae decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Full Plate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a quarterstaff on his belt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has shaved his head bald. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His childhood dream was to be a Dilettante, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Mercenary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record, Rich, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 170 pp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Blue star sapphire (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He has a hunchback. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Dreali enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2800 gp. Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Hematite (5 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Jet (90 gp). Black pearl (900 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a blue shirt with thin red vertical stripes and black pants. His silver hair is thinning but still full. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. 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 served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Military, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 10000 sp. A small bag of saffron. (30 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (160 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats, he is not a threatening figure. His head has been shaved. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and balancing his hectic life and new gardener responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, In love. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 3000 gp.