Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Fortune-teller. He has achieved small success as a Fortune-teller.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black opal (700 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His hair is silver and curly. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Locksmith for the past few years.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 pp.

Description: 5'5" and muscular, this southern man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is white and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Navigator they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Gardener, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. Obsidian (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.