Description: This late middle aged man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Full Plate.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Curran was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bookbinder for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: In love, Job, Family. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. 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: Lance hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Revenge; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his golden hair up. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. 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 Bowyer. 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: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2100 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.