Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a brown shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his blonde hair down. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Delg does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Delg reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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 to end his boredom

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 180 gp. Hematite (5 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). Hematite (5 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears pastel trousers with tan and yellow striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He sports a flattop fur cut. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Flask was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A freak accident while working with his Assassin father left him crippled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Disease, Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with white slacks. He has moderate length green crest. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Bidreked was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 800 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (100 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Corkitron was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He dropped out of school to support his sick father, and resented it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.