Description: He typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor, and carries shortspears. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Namfoodle was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has worked as a Seamstress like his mother before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new seamstress responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair is lengthy. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Stannor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: High pitched and raspy

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

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is short and silver. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Shamash fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new junk dealer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 500 gp. Black star sapphire (600 gp). Emerald (600 gp).