Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available he will default to his axe. His hair is silver and very short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He has achieved small success as a Armorer.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 2000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Old masterpiece painting (400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'5" and does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is auburn and curly. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Naal took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Flaws: Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Hematite (4 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Dreali was born with his father's beautiful face. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Actor. He tends to his Actor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep green spinel (60 gp). White opal (1500 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1500 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp).