Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. He wears his blonde hair down. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Glassblower who has hired him part-time. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a black vest and prefers tan and yellow shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He got into the Shipwright business at a young age. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is dressed in earthy colors with a yellow and black handkerchief worn on his right side. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His black hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born into a rich family. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. 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 he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional, Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. She has a hunchback. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Scribe. She has achieved small success as a Scribe.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Scribe responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 gp.