Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a black shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has wavy chestnut hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Lucan grew up listening to his father's many stories. The family's rival house kidnapped his sister with the intent that his sister marry their son to gain control of contested properties. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 3000 gp. Moonstone (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a green vest and prefers red and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, marred by sweets. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Ruler profession.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (40 gp).