Description: This man is very fat, and wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in the south to a Bowyer, Ar-Kaius learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Bowyer like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: Born in the north to a Weaver, Kansif learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Kansif was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: She's in love; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mayor born in the past three hundred years. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a grey vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her grey boots flare out at the collars. She carries with her a set of daggers, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has moderate length silver hair. She has gray eyes and a grey hat with a brown feather.

Personality: She is a Bowyer first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: She was born in the south. Her childhood dream was to be a Masseuse, but she was a colossal failure. She became a Bowyer soon after.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Dreali wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Dreali liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: Wants a kiss; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.