Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a blue shirt with thin green vertical stripes and yellow pants. He has shaved his head bald. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Trym speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Armorer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Armorer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has achieved small success as a Armorer.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His blonde hair is cut short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: She wears long strands of ruby and short blue dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She carries with her a set of sais, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her hair is long and brown with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small blue clips. Her violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She comes from a rich eastern family. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 6000 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp).

Description: This dark-skinned female very much looks the part of a Glassblower. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her hair is black and curly. Her eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. After a long history of fighting, Jacoba and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Secretive, Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 10000 cp.