Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His hair is short and golden. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Layabout who has hired him part-time. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Rolen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a large brown jacket. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Through the years after Paelias was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Paelias's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1500 gp. Lapis lazuli (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is cut short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Navigator but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: The child of a Dyer, who enjoyed hunting, Ahvain was taken on many hunting expeditions. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a pickaxe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is short and brown. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Born to a Marshal, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. Old masterpiece painting (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a pastel shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, marred by teas. His white hair is thinning but still full. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Aust took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 250 pp.