Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. He is an epitome of beauty. His silver hair is braided into rings. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Wiggens will drive conversation. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sculptor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sculptor 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 Sculptor.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. His black hair is thinning but still full. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Lamlis embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: The child of a Herbalist, who enjoyed hunting, Lamlis was taken on many hunting expeditions. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He bought a halberd and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He takes great joy in being the best Spy in town.

History: He got into the Spy business at a young age. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and balancing his hectic life and new spy responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 600 gp. White opal (1600 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a blue vest and prefers white and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is cut short. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Elaim took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up halberd and armor he uses now. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 5000 cp. Citrine (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather.