Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has wavy golden hair. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He stands about 3'2" and prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a pastel coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a club and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He takes great joy in being the best Interpreter in town.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Halfling companion (his 'brother'). He's also a talented Barrister, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a barrister again

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 800 gp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (30 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (160 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His blue hair is matted, messy, and big. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Cimer was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and tiefling compassion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1600 gp.