Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Zook took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Guardian, Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 140 gp. Deep blue spinel (300 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His dark red hair is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep black.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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 has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 6'4" and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Half-Orc culture. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born in the south to a Armorer, Hogar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He struck the Armorer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and half-orc compassion

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 3000 cp. Peridot (40 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing pastel cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He sports a flattop hair cut. He is baby faced.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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, Pog is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Pog was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To pay off his debts.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'1". He wears just a yellow suit, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 70 gp.