Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull white iron scale mail. His brown hair is braided into rings. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'5". He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright grey and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length gold crest. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Stylist profession.

History: Born in the east to a Weaver, Quarethon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Merchant business.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2000 sp. Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1700 gp).

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He tends to his Mason job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Just what you see.