Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a yellow wide-brimmed hat and yellow clothes. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 26. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Philantrophist, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (100 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 300 gp. Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 200 gp. Alexandrite (1400 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his top tan hat.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Lucan was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Lucan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Lucan. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 5000 gp. Golden pearl (100 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He dresses in pastel turtlenecks beneath a yellow coat with tan slacks. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His hair is short and blonde. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Lucan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Jeweled gold crown (4000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp).