Description: This malnourished man very much looks the part of a Mercenary. His hair is silver and very short. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He works hard and plays hard.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents enrolled him in a Paladin school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mercenary for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She has a missing left leg. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her brown hair is smooth and relatively long. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To be a Unemployed again; and balancing her hectic life and new spice merchant responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Kilia was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Herbalist for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Herbalist responsibilities is difficult; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a pot bellied northern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Her golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of giants once and for all.

History: Birel hails from a village terrorized by giants. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Adventurer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Birel was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Many giants want her driven away; and she wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.