Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Aramil was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp. Banded agate (13 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). White pearl (160 gp).

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears a white shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thamior grew up listening to his father's many stories. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Star ruby (1500 gp). Jade (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a black coat with tan slacks. His tied-back hair is red. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 45. 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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nim does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a Guard, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Nim grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Nim. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 15000 sp. Golden pearl (160 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is brown and very short. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Server. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Immeral was born with his father's beautiful face. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Server like his father before him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to be a armorer again

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a violet scarf. His head has been shaved. He has green eyes and a yellow hat with a violet feather.

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 is obsessed with his god.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his father's many stories. Thervan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Banded agate (15 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Amethyst (90 gp).