Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tan costume with the symbols of his god on his torso, and is pretty ugly. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. 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 Spy. He became a Spy soon after.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Persistence, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: 6'9" and muscular, this eastern man wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His white eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Oriax studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Oriax took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has moderate length silver hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Hadarai will drive conversation. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He struck the Beggar job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 8000 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'7". He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a crossbow. His copper crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He has gold eyes and a blue hat with a violet feather.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Quarethon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and 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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 110 gp.