Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tattered old clothes. His cinnamon fur is singed and shortened. His yellow eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she very much looks the part of a Carpenter. Her bronze crest is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are red.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Born in the west to a Carpenter, Megren learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her childhood dream was to be a Tailor, but she was a colossal failure. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. Her red hair is braided into rings. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She comes from a rich northern family. She has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She is greedy.

Ideals: Joker, Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She has a very tight haircut. Her eyes are amber.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Bookbinder but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Pacifist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.