Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. He has shaved his head bald. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His childhood dream was to be a Servant, but he was a colossal failure. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Hourglass.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a red shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and brown pants. His blonde hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Ploughman profession.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Laborer responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He likes to wear black tank tops with brown pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Feldûsh was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Feldûsh took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and doesn't want to be a sculptor and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He wears a tan collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His red hair is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in the north to a Sellsword, Rûg learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sellsword hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He became a Sellsword soon after.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 300 gp.