Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. 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 uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 700 gp. Red-brown spinel (120 gp). Brown-green garnet (120 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Banded mail. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield. 1 Full Plate.

Description: She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a violet coat. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. She keeps her chestnut hair in a flapper bob. Her violet eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed violet hat.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Geva was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Locksmith hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Some 5 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Geva never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 100 gp. Sard (20 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Azurite (10 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 300 gp. Deep green spinel (70 gp). Red spinel (70 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the west to a Glassblower, Tim learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He has achieved small success as a Glassblower.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp.