Description: This younger middle-aged man prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Himo was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Himo's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 400 pp. Bloodstone (40 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a scythe on his belt. He is portly but not overly obese. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Naeris took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 17000 sp. Jade (130 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Black opal (1300 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Rael hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 3000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (180 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (180 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (70 gp).