Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Architect who has hired him part-time. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Bolg took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. She has a very tight haircut. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: A powerful slaver made her what she is. Like her mother and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Glassblower. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Glassblower.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and to be a priest again

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses like a well dressed Healer does. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Watson 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. 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's also a talented Barrister, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Sardonyx (60 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has moderate length scarlet crest. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born into a rich family. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 30 pp.