Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a yellow collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His brass crest has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 61. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 800 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (150 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp).

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a black small hat and black clothes. He keeps his long blue hair kept up in a rat tail. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 Stylist like his mother before him.

Motivation: To be a Butcher again.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, In love, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with white slacks. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has all his life been fascinated with painting.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and dwarven compassion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Timid voice

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

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 glaives, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: Theriatis wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Server arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. After months of barely getting by, Theriatis managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1 Alchemist’s fire. 2 Smokesticks. 2 Smokesticks.