Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a sai on his belt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a Apothecary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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, Barakas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Apothecary business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Apothecary.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 cp. Iolite (80 gp).

Description: He dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Foxilon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: 5'8" and muscular, this eastern woman wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her red hair is matted, messy, and big. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Mastema abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a large black jacket. His silver crest is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: He got into the Farmer business at a young age. His childhood dream was to be a Dilettante, but he was a colossal failure. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Dilettante. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 5000 cp. A small bag of saffron. (80 gp).

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. Her silver hair is lengthy. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Millicent fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp.