Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. He wears his brown hair up. His half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ogg fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 600 sp. Rhodochrosite (6 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He dresses like a well dressed Weaver does. He has a hunchback. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He's also a talented Spy, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Spy again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 100 gp. Azurite (10 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his pickaxe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mason.

Motivation: To be a Doctor again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has done his best to style his beige fur to look like a famous performer. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Brown-green garnet (100 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a violet shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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, Gûndza is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Priest

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.