Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple brown robe with yellow stripes complete with hood. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

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. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. 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: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 pp.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He is portly but not overly obese. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Theriatis never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Slave. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear flannel. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quarion wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Gifted from a young age, Quarion studied abroad. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: He is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His silver hair is lengthy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 Farmer. He has achieved small success as a Farmer.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His tied-back hair is silver. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. After months of barely getting by, Lucan managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 900 gp.