Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born in a small island village. 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. Hobart took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in a small plains village. Zâthra 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 desires power and/or immortality; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 sp. Chalcedony (60 gp). 1 Thunderstones.

Description: This man has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his right hand. His tied-back hair is blonde. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of strength around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Barrister. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Barrister but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. He has worked as a Barrister like his father before him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 6000 gp. Jet (70 gp). Black star sapphire (1300 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Emerald (1300 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.