Description: This man is very fat, and tends to wear a large grey jacket. His head has been shaved. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Krimmon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Blacksmith they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Assassin, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Slave. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 360 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He keeps his long black hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. John was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. John decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. After months of barely getting by, John 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 is unsatisfied with his job; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: A 4'8" western man, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His ears are large.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Dyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bricklayer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Bricklayer; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 280 gp. Obsidian (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Jade (60 gp). 1 Good lock.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars, marred by beers. His hair is white and very short. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker yellow hat.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has worked as a Priest like his father before him.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of brigands

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.