Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. He wears his silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is baby faced.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He takes great joy in being the best Unemployed in town.

History: Born in the west to a Unemployed, Koeth learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He is portly but not overly obese. He has shaved his head bald. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 4000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2400 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2400 gp).

Description: He is typically in his Scribe uniform, and carries whips. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He got into the Scribe business at a young age. 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 achieved small success as a Scribe.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, brown shirt, and black tie. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Fenriz never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.