Description: This tall, slender man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. He has styled his white crest well, parting it to the left. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

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. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Valorean was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 310 gp. 4 Acid flasks.

Description: An older man who has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe, he is not a threatening figure. His beige fur is matted, messy, and big. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new bricklayer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thradal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Fargas was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has achieved small success as a Sculptor.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: PTSD, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 20000 cp. Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'7" and is dressed in earthy colors with a red and black handkerchief worn on his right side. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 Sculptor. He tends to his Sculptor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sculptor responsibilities is difficult; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 gp.