Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Architect arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1600 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (900 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. His fur is short and gray. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Harvest was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Spy hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1200 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (30 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears professional attire. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Baker business.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'7" and prefers to wear flannel. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His purple hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 80 gp.