Description: An older man who wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, he is not a threatening figure. He has dyed his greying green crest a little too much giving a sharp green color. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Carter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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 seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 900 sp. Pink pearl (160 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tiefling, and stands approximately 5'6". He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. His blue hair is thinning but still full. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Body Guard. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is a great chef.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tieflings became a terror of the countryside. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Religious, Guardian, Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His gold crest is heavily combed to the right. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Nadarr was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nadarr fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Peridot (70 gp).

Description: She wears suspenders and tan workpants. Her shirt is grey, and she wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. She carries with her a set of sais on her belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. Her brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered singing. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Antinua fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 400 gp.