Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. His auburn hair is lengthy. He has amber eyes and a tan hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the west to a Soapmaker, Oppleby learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 Soapmaker. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is content

Flaws: Antagonistic, Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 35000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Fletcher business.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Arumawann alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Revenge; and balancing his hectic life and new fletcher responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is white and curly. He has green eyes and a blue hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in a small island village. Berrian 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Server; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (70 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is wearing a long, brown cloak. She carries with her a set of hand crossbows on her belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She has wavy white fur. Her amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Right-Handed 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Right-Handed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. Violet garnet (1000 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Citrine (20 gp).