Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are amber.

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. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the east to a Ruler, Lucan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His childhood dream was to be a Blacksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. Alexandrite (1600 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (10 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Sard (50 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, marred by chocolates. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Red garnet (60 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Eye agate (9 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Fire opal (1100 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Nim was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Brewer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp).