Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a blue collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Quarion is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gennal was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull grey iron scale mail. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Servant arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His childhood dream was to be a Dyer, but he was a colossal failure. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to be a dyer again

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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 has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Sellsword. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a fancy brown suit. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Naeris took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 50000 cp. Black pearl (600 gp).