Description: This younger middle-aged man wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a Glassblower first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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 to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gifted student he started as a Mayor, but he got bored and became a Glassblower. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, In love, Job, Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his youth he was a Marshal, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He's also a talented Marshal, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a red coat with blue slacks. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sickle, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His blonde hair is still thick. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ar-Baruk is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Laborer business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 120000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Tomi was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Tomi was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has worked as a Dyer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 300 gp.