Description: He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Lucan is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lucan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His tied-back hair is blonde. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. In his youth he was a Sailor, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Soveliss fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Jet (110 gp).

Description: He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with black slacks. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.