Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is typically in his Locksmith uniform. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small white hat.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. He became a Locksmith soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His silver crest is knotted and matted. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mehen grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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 Server. He tends to his Server job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs, and carries clubs. He wears his silver hair up. He has a dull look in his silver eyes.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. A true patriot, Habor would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Habor was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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 Junk Dealer. He has worked as a Junk Dealer like his father before him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Poor, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a white coat with black slacks. His orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A gifted student he started as a Glassblower, but he got bored and became a Stylist. He has achieved small success as a Stylist.

Motivation: He is content; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears baggy violet pantaloons and a brown scarf. His auburn hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. At a young age his mother died while driving off some drow. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in falchion use. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Frouse fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Military, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.