Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished nunchaku as well. His red hair is lengthy. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Nim was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Locksmith. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 pp. Onyx (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a black armored body suit, with a simple yellow line shooting up and back down, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Thamior was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 2000 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.