Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His silver hair is cut short. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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 born on a small isolated farm. After coming to the age of reason, Immeral took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 240 pp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1400 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Black pearl (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Mindartis was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Body Guard like his father before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 90 pp. Brown-green garnet (40 gp). Jade (40 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). 1 Good lock. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a yellow shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and green pants. He has white hair. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

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 a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Fivin took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Caeldrim hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A freak accident while working with his Ploughman father left him crippled. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.