Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a pickaxe, but if one is not available he will default to his glaive. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a blue feather.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Banker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 33. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is an amazing painter.

History: He got into the Bellfounder business at a young age. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He struck the Bellfounder job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she very much looks the part of a Architect. She has styled her red hair well, parting it to the left. Her violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Griselda was born on a far southern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Architect. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Architect for hire.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 sp.