Description: He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sai, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Varis was born with his mother's beautiful face. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His copper crest is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 sp. Brown-green garnet (160 gp).

Description: She very much looks the part of a Architect. She carries a battered falchion and tarnished hammer as well. She sports a flattop hair cut. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is mildly Elf supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She uses divination through singing.

History: Syllin was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Architect.

Motivation: Half-Orc compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-orc people

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, brown shirt, and violet tie, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Hûmgrat was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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. Hûmgrat took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Banded mail.