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 an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is blonde and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Whurbin was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Spy. 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 seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 30 pp. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and he perpetually has his sword ready. He has moderate length auburn hair. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aerdeth is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Aerdeth took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's in love; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: An older man who prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, he is not a threatening figure. His white hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has brown eyes and a brown hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Reirak 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. Reirak 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. 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 possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears dark leathers with embroidery. She wears a colorful flower in her blue hair. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: When she was but 6 years old her parents immigrated from the east. In her 19th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'9". He is typically in his Apothecary uniform, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Map Maker they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Apothecary, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 90 gp.