Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright yellow and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He carries with him a set of warhammers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 700 sp. 2 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is portly but not overly obese. His brown hair is still thick. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Dreali was born the youngest of three triplets. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a courier and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears tattered old clothes. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. He is an epitome of beauty. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Thoradin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 110 gp.