Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is long and brown with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Merchant father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Greedy, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'0", this man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His purple hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Qemuel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Qemuel was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Architect. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His white crest is smooth and relatively long. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Quarethon 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. His childhood dream was to be a Cook, but he was a colossal failure. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of sais, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Terse, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He carries a battered sai and tarnished halberd as well. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.