Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a brown vest and prefers blue and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines silver.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. 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 lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. 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 Detective. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His fur is short and gray. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. The war was a terrible time for him, and Flask does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Flask reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a brown shirt with thin black vertical stripes and yellow pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Armorer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Armorer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 300 pp.

Description: This malnourished man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His head has been shaved. This green eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Quarion was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Quarion decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp.