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. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Korfel was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Korfel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 80 gp. Amber (70 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a worn and beaten armor. His blue crest is heavily combed to the left. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Srorthen 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. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Srorthen alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and he wants revenge against brigands

Ideals: Gifted, Extrovert. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Small steel mirror.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a brown vest and prefers violet and pastel shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She has moderate length orange fur. Her eyes are likewise yellow. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and balancing her hectic life and new bounty hunter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 50 gp. Jet (60 gp).

Description: This northern man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His clothes are grease stained in places. His copper crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Map Maker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.