Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is auburn and curly. 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 likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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. Gomory fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He is renowned for his bright red suits and hats. He has a hunchback. His chestnut hair is still thick. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Architect but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Ghâm was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and green handkerchief worn on his right side. He carries with him a set of axes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has styled his silver hair well, parting it to the right. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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 on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. 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. Ghaliver fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 60 gp.