Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears just a white suit. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in the west. He worked as a nervous Sellsword and found it very stressful. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To be a Bricklayer again; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a long, grey cloak. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Carter. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the west to a Carter, Paelias learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Paelias was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he's looking for his big break

Bonds: Job, Military, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carnelian (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears an entirely brown suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Raer took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Fisher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He's in love; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (100 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (30 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). Gold and ruby ring (3000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1900 gp).