Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. His white hair is singed and shortened. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Architect hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2300 sp.

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 a worn and beaten armor. His red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fortune-teller they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Seamstress, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and doesn't want to be a seamstress and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with green slacks. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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: Money/treasure; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and carries flails. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Immeral abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Immeral fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp). Moss agate (4 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 6'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears professional attire. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Fenriz was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He worked as a nervous Cartwright and found it very stressful. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Cartwright for the past few years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (9 gp).