Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'4". He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his broad white hat.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hobart fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 80 gp. 3 Holy water.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Brewer. He tends to his Brewer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and to be a armorer again

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears just a violet suit. His hair is long and white with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Thamior was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Thamior took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. 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: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 6 Acid flasks.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants and is in decent physical shape. He has moderate length brown hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He got into the Beggar business at a young age. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Professionalism, Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with pastel slacks. He has wavy silver hair. He has gold eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. 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: Gifted from a young age, Nirgel studied abroad. A gifted student he started as a Fletcher, but he got bored and became a Barber. He has achieved small success as a Barber.

Motivation: He is content; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.