Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red crest is singed and shortened. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bricklayer born in the past three hundred years. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He got into the Bricklayer business at a young age. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Dilettante does. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Nirgel was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and revenge

Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. Her hair is long and red with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small brown clips. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: When she was but 6 years old her parents immigrated from the north. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and expand her business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2000 cp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: A 5'10" western man, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has moderate length cinnamon fur. His copper eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Fragrant took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.