Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He very much looks the part of a Farmer, marred by teas. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Howard was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He tends to his Farmer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 3 Thunderstones.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His black hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Wymar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a Cartwright, his father struggled to pay the bills. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: This man wears a tan feathered hat and tan clothes. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a blue shirt with thin white vertical stripes and blue pants. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is mildly Half-Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Rael was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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 is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.