Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Glassblower work with an outfit from a few towns over. Glassblower work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has a crush on the local sage

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

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. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion.

Flaws: Disease, Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His blue hair is thinning but still full. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. 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: The child of a Locksmith, who enjoyed hunting, Mormo was taken on many hunting expeditions. Mormo was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Assassin. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (100 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a axe, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Philantrophist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. He carries with him a set of falchions on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His long silver crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a Spice Merchant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Norkruuth reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 20 pp. 3 Antitoxin.