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 rags and sports a simple walking cane. His hair is golden and very short. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born to a Mortician, his mother struggled to pay the bills. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and balancing his hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 20 pp. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Ranger school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears an entirely black suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Horhog was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Horhog was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Stylist. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

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 hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ivellios fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 sp.