Description: This tall, slender man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Revenge; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in the south. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Weaver. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 160 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. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gimble fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1900 gp. Violet garnet (300 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp).

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries with him a set of morningstars on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His crest is red, silky, and of moderate length. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Srorthen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 10000 cp.