Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he likes to wear black tank tops with blue pants. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a green coat. She wears a colorful flower in her silver hair. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Makaria will drive conversation. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shortbow.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Tordrid was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Dilettante. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

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. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Dilettante. 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: To share knowledge with the world; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a violet coat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his halberd, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. Clerebold was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Clerebold decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Everburning torch.