Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is physically well-built. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 16000 sp. Fire opal (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this northern man is wearing a long, white cloak. His white hair is knotted and matted. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Nicholas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nicholas grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Adventurer; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 6'2" and is wearing a long, tan cloak. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Brewer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He worked as a nervous Brewer and found it very stressful. He has taken up work as a Brewer and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Hedonist, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 8000 cp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (70 gp).

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His chestnut hair is cut short. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thomas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Family, Slave, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.