Name: Emmanuel Goode
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Nationality: Odinian
Occupation: Trader
Skills: Decent with a gun in hand, and a relatively good tradesman. Not always the smartest, but he's no fool.
Gear: Wears a light brown coat with lots of pockets full of plenty of coin and trinkets from his travels.
A solar powered electric buggy. Similar to a golf cart, but built for hauling and off roading.
A pump action 12 gauge shotgun and enough ammo to keep himself safe.

Personality: He is good spirited and generally has a pretty good moral compass. He presumes the good in people. He likes to think that the world can be a better place with a simple, fairy tale solution and can sometimes get his hopes up, daydreaming.
History: Born into a small trading family in Hollister, he was drafted into the family business at a young age. His healthy taste for adventure keeping him with them for the time being, but he's still looking for something to rally get into.
Extra: Though he won't admit it, he is afraid of cats.

Name: Dustin Valour
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Nationality: Odinian
Occupation: Guns for Hire
Skills:
-A blended style of hand to hand combat plus extensive knowledge of firearms
-A good gambler, for whatever it's worth, and makes a habit of cheating his way into lots of money
Gear:
-a pair of digitized glasses that have various types of scanning technologies embedded into the lenses (infrared, x-ray, etc.)
-heavy steel-toed boots with fold out blades in the front of the soles.
-a pair of finger-less gloves that have taser-likes electrical charges in the palms that can deliver a charge of up to 50 000 volts, with an amperage of 0.0021A.
-a small revolver, which he tries to use only on occasion
-whatever supplies he needs to make and sell his own cigarettes.
Appearance:
-curly black hair and bright green eyes
-about 6'3"
-wears a white linen vest with brass clips and a green buttoned shirt, dark pants and a gun holster around his waist.
-wears his glasses almost all the time
-has a healthy tan from travelling so much
Personality:
-quick and witty, with no regard as to who he's offending in the process
-highly argumentative, and basically looks for fights.
-pretty cocky and self-assured, but to be fair hes never really doubted his ability before
History: Dustin was born into a rich and entitled family, but never really took any of the odinian values very seriously. This grew to be a problem, especially as Dustin got older, and he was aggressively disowned after refusing to take up a business opportunity in his father's mechanics company. Out of spite, he stole some of his father's machine plans and hit the road. He's since been barely making end's meat, travelling around to find work where he can.

Name: Tristan Jay

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Nationality: Sheusian

Occupation: Thief

Skills:
- Able to sneak and remain hidden well.
- He's a better shot then he is a stand up fighter.
- Is well versed in the art of lock and pocket picking.

Gear:
- .30-30 rifle (sawed-off)
- 9mm Pistol
- lock-pick set
- Removable scope for rifle
- "poppers" small noise makers thrown to make a distraction.
- Dirt bike (bought fair and square...probably)

Appearance:
- 5‘10“
- Brown eyes/hair tied back in a shoulder length pony tail.
- keeps his face clean shaved.
- Wears blue jeans, a black jacket, and a white undershirt.
- His pistol is strapped to his side and his rifle is on his back.
- Has a small silver pendant.
- Small tattoo of the number four on his shoulder.

Personality: Tristan is very slow to anger. His choice of career has taught him to avoid negative attention. He's learned over the years if someone likes you they are less likely to suspect it was you who made off with their wallet. He loves the challenge of stealing, from casing out a house to nicking a coin purse, it's fun to not get caught.

History: Born to the slave of a small time bandit clan, Tristan was the fourth person they had “caught" that year. He spent the first 12 years of his life little more then a pack mule. A chance to escape presented itself when a raid went wrong and most of the bandit clan fell to gunfire.Escaping was much easier with only a few guard left alive, Tristan even had time to “borrow” the chiefs necklace before he ran headlong into the desert. He was nearly dead of thirst when he came upon a town, only to learn that life as a slave doesn't leave you with many job opportunities. Turning to the one option every street urchin has he began to steal.

Extra: He enjoys making jerky.

Name: Charlotte "Cherry" Hekate
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Nationality: Sivinan
Occupation: Theif/assassin

Skills:
-Hand-to-hand combat/martial arts/boxing
-pickpocketing and lock picking
-knife fights

Gear:
-set of lock picks
-unloaded pistol (with blanks- scare tactic)
-set of 3 daggers
-utility belt (rope, daggers, blade sharpener, gun holster, various pockets for stuff she finds useful, flint & stone)

Appearance:
-5'9"
-162 lbs
-long black hair usually in a french braid
-piercing green/grey eyes
-Slender build, slightly muscular
-wears tight clothing for agility purpose, leather jacket, knee high riding boots (black) and goggles)
-tattoo of a bird on top of hip

Personality: sarcastic, cold and calculating, never opens up, kind of a rouge but she would do anything for her "family"

History: Taken from her parents when she was 6 by the Hayazukas and given to a man as a worker and was trained to fight and steal at a young age, grew up believing she was better off in this tribe of bandits

Extra: very introverted but if you can get her to open up, you become part of her family for life. Heavy smoker.

Name: Gale Ferris
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Nationality: Sivinian
Occupation: Trader (Grand Trunk Nomads)
Skills: Technological and Mechanical Engineer/Inventor
Gear:
-an air-filtering breathing mask of his own design that operates with a system of pressurized gas; he requires it full time to breathe
-he carries a leather shoulderbag containing his tools and materials. He doesn't require many wares as his primary goal is offering his services in technological design or repair.
Appearance:
-long black hair tied in dreadlocks with dyed feathers and beads woven in
-dark coppery skin and Hazel eyes
-aprrox. 5'7"
-wears a grey and white striped vest with a white buttoned shirt and tan pants that have long leather gauntlets
-a rectangular pair of dust goggles he keeps on to hold back his hair most of time, but also uses them while working.
Personality:
-soft spoken and polite, but always willing to defends his beliefs and positions
-highly passionate about his work as an inventor; fascinated with the redevelopment of technology and with the mythologies of the Bunker
History:
Gale grew up as a member of the Sivina faction, who unlike the rest of the community was interested in invention, technological progression and exploration rather than just being part of a self-sufficient community (which he thought was boring and unprogressive). However, the only option he really had wa to join the volunteer military when he was sixteen. Shortly after, he was involved in an accident in which he tried to save a family from a burning building. He managed to do so but suffered extreme injury to his lungs from inhaling the smoke of the fire. He subsequently redesigned a a filtering gas mask to aid his breathing.

Name: Aiden Raize
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Nationality: Sheus
Occupation: Wanderer
Skills: Okay with a gun, good close quarters fighter, great survival skills, good at repairing and rudimentary building.
Gear: Light camping kit, 9mm pistol, carbine, airy dirty white short sleeve shirt, loose cargo pants, combat boots, cloth mask, goggles, messenger bag, shoulder sling bag, (Both bags straps have places to hook equipment), combat knife, machete, repair kit, banged up ute.
Appearance: 5’ 11”, short brown hair, dark grey eyes, moderately tanned skin, medium to light build.
Personality: Usually laidback, gets serious when in deadly situations. When relaxing, couldn’t have a care in the world. Normally sees the best of a situation.
History: Most of his gear is from his father, a mechanic from Canavale. Never really interested in taking up his father’s business, and his mother dead, he decided to wander Taraham, taking jobs where he could. He only returned once, when his father died. Hearing about someone paying good money to go and find the source of a light in the mountains, supposedly one of those families that had apparently founded each nation. True or not, he was going for the money mostly.