Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Through the years after Mindartis was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Mindartis's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Performer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Performer; and revenge

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2000 gp.

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 very much looks the part of a Baker. His rusty crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. 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, Quarethon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Baker for the past few years.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Silver pearl (150 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His white crest is heavily combed to the right. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1800 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Quarion's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He also hits on men, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born to a Performer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Performer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a green coat with brown slacks. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His beige fur is matted, messy, and big. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Cloud fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.