Description: This man is typically in his Dilettante uniform. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his left hand. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Dilettante who has hired him part-time. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Dilettante. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

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

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Military, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she usually wears her black robe and has her falchion always slung over her shoulder, and is pretty ugly. Her white hair, when down, is lengthy. Her silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered dancing. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Fearful. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 2000 cp.

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 blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aramil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Scribe, who enjoyed hunting, Aramil was taken on many hunting expeditions. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. During his travels, Aramil and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Aramil discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Aramil fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 250 gp.