Description: This exceptionally lanky man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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: Gifted from a young age, Nim studied abroad. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Masseuse they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mercenary, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Jeweled gold crown (6000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (20 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 pp. Tourmaline (120 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and he perpetually has his morningstar ready. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 17. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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: Thervan was born the youngest of three triplets. 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. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and doesn't want to be a bowyer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (30 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp).