Description: He is lean but muscular and prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His head has been shaved. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Naeris was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Brewer. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Chalcedony (60 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Hedonist, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Ploughman. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Black pearl (300 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp).

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He got into the Baker business at a young age. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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: Uthemar was born the youngest of three triplets. When Uthemar reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Family, Military. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 gp. Peridot (20 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Jade (130 gp). Pink pearl (130 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.