Description: This light-skinned male is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Mindartis was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Carpenter they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Junk Dealer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he has a crush on the local carpenter

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 50 gp. Citrine (30 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Locksmith. He wears his bronze crest up. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Tailor mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 cp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: This man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his left hand. His red hair is still thick. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Ploughman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Ploughman work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Ploughman for hire.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'6". He prefers to wear flannel. He has wavy brown hair. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. Paelias enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and revenge

Ideals: Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.