Description: Standing 2'10", this man wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Bowyer for hire.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes orcs are coming to abduct people. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Norsko alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Malachite (11 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His tied-back hair is white. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Navigator hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Tourmaline (150 gp). Zircon (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries a battered bastard sword and tarnished sickle as well. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fargrim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 200 sp.