Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a halberd, but if one is not available he will default to his flail. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly flails and halberds. He has no hair. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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, Qemuel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Guardian. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 700 gp. Coral (150 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length black crest. He has gold eyes.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Valorean was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Knight hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Valorean never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He wears professional attire, and carries bows. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He takes great joy in being the best Merchant in town.

History: Gardain was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A freak accident while working with his Unemployed father left him crippled. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gardain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To be a Unemployed again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dondon does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Dondon was raised in a hard working conservative environment. At a young age his father died while driving off some illithids. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in scimitar use. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Dondon was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He dresses like a well dressed Fletcher does. His hair is blonde and very short. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 2000 sp. 7 Acid flasks.