Description: He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top grey hat.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Mindartis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 6000 sp. Alexandrite (400 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His hair is red and very short. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Healer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Pacifist, Artistic, Impeccable. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has no hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Slave Trader. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 Slave Trader. He tends to his Slave Trader job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 190 pp. Azurite (6 gp). Sard (40 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp).

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this western man wears just a brown suit. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. He has violet eyes and a brown hat with a violet feather.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a great chef.

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. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Suhnae was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Moss agate (8 gp). Red spinel (150 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull white iron scale mail, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Tharivol was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Tharivol abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. During his travels, Tharivol and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Tharivol discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Tharivol fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Amethyst (70 gp). Citrine (40 gp).