Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a hunchback. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. 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 a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 4 Holy water.

Description: This light-skinned male wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is blue, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 53. 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 disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Elves in Don's homeland. Don decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He bought a halberd and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 290 gp. Hematite (15 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is cut close to his head. This gray eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. Fabien is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his brothers into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He got into the Spy business at a young age. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Family, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.