Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a Armorer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Through the years after Everard was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Everard's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and balancing his hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, John never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Human compassion; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He very much looks the part of a Apothecary. His gold crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Nithther is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Nithther learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Apothecary. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Apothecary for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is typically in his Mortician uniform, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Ahvain will drive conversation. 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, Ahvain is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Justice. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 2500 gp. Malachite (9 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Zircon (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a blue costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He has wavy red crest. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Assassin. 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, Tarhun is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Assassin for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2000 cp.