Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortspear, just in case. His brown hair is lengthy. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a violet shirt with thin black vertical stripes and brown pants. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 also has developed a complete distrust of the Armorer profession.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Farmer for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is an amazing painter.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thradal studied abroad. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. After a long history of fighting, Thradal and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His tied-back hair is golden. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Ghâm was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has achieved small success as a Painter.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 80 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She has a very tight haircut. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and an old rival family wants her found

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Extrovert. Bonds: Rich, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Miller

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 3000 cp.