Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson red hat.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a Soapmaker, his father struggled to pay the bills. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Nutae took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Soapmaker. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and balancing his hectic life and new masseuse responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it, and carries maces. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He uses divination through singing.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He worked as a nervous Laborer and found it very stressful. He has worked as a Laborer like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 400 pp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). White pearl (80 gp). Golden pearl (80 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Amethyst (80 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Merchant business.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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: He would like to get married and retire; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.