Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a brown shirt with thin green vertical stripes and brown pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Mindartis 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Mindartis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. 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: Wants a kiss; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tourmaline (160 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. 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, Radomir is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Detective arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Detective and was forced into it by his family; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1200 pp. Azurite (16 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Amber (70 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Red spinel (70 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Golden pearl (70 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Iolite (20 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp). Red spinel (70 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears dull black sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. He wears his blonde hair up. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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 susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Ar-Karo was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Ar-Karo 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 7000 sp. Carnelian (70 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a black coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and money/treasure

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. He has golden hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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: He is greedy; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 40 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). 1 Banded mail.