Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aldous hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Aldous was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Aldous decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a black shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His purple hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise white.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Mormo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly flails and axes. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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: Gifted from a young age, Kilvar studied abroad. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. 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: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His long yellow fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His yellow eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Glassblower born in the past three hundred years. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Shivering grew up listening to his father's many stories. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. After a long history of fighting, Shivering and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 140 gp.