Description: He wears a simple white robe with pastel stripes complete with hood. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He hates goblins. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Qualen was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; 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

Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears a white shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His brown hair is braided into rings. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Immeral was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He struck the Sage job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Jeweler again.

Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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, Darrak is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. After a long history of fighting, Darrak and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He carries with him a set of bastard swords, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His golden hair is cut short. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Performer who has hired him part-time. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Performer business.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Mentor. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 800 pp. Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Amber (60 gp). Fire opal (1500 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp). Silver pearl (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). Black star sapphire (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He is physically well-built. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Minor magic item.