Description: A moderately attractive man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. 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: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Layabout business.

History: Born in the west to a Layabout, Gimurt learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Layabout. 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: Balancing his hectic life and new Layabout responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears long strands of topaz and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has red hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He is a Hag in disguise. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a brown coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'4" when asserting himself. He sports a flattop hair cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 7000 sp.

Description: He wears a brown feathered hat and brown clothes. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He became a Cartwright soon after.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Cartwright and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Secretive, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.