Description: This man stands a little under 6'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. He has no hair. His black eyes peer out from beneath his top yellow hat.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Forcas's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Forcas liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Paelias has worked very hard to control his curse. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Gardener they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Soapmaker, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Family, Guardian. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears bulky green painted plate armor. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Thamior was raised in a hard working conservative environment. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Dilettante for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He is physically well-built. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is an amazing painter.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 Stylist. He's also a talented Banker, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.