Description: He usually wears his blue robe and has his shield always slung over his shoulder. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Locksmith profession.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (40 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the left. This red eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 has worked as a Guard like his father before him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive, Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Azurite (13 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Stylist kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and to protect his home

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Criminal record, Guardian. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 40000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears dull grey sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sai, just in case. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Ozyman hails from a village terrorized by illithids. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: A deep hatred of illithids.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.