Description: This late middle aged man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

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 able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Naill studied abroad. 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. Naill took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 likes to wear black tank tops with yellow pants. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Tharivol took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 21000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a pastel coat. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Thamior 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 400 pp. Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'11" and wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortbow, but if one is not available he will default to his quarterstaff. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Aramil took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 500 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Cartwright. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Cartwright who has hired him part-time. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Aramil was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His childhood dream was to be a Locksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

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

Possessions: 900 gp. Peridot (70 gp).