Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears long strands of amber and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His hair is short and silver. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Olrok abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sword.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 70 gp. Onyx (60 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. His hair is cut close to his head. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 130 gp. Red-brown spinel (140 gp).

Description: 5'2" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His pastel leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His red hair is thinning but still full. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Barakas grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Barakas. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Mundane, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 290 gp. Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears a brown Stetson hat and brown clothes. Her blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her brown eyes.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Sarah was born the youngest of three triplets. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Halfling companion (her 'brother'). When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 sp.