Description: This malnourished man wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. He has moderate length red hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His auburn hair is braided into rings. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: This slender woman stands about 3'6". She is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She has moderate length golden hair. Her gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Ellywick hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. In her 17th year, her parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Ellywick alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She became a Bellfounder soon after.

Motivation: To be a Armorer again; and someone believes her a fraud

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Military, Enemies, Job, Rich. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She keeps her golden hair in a flapper bob. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Oriel never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 sp.