Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is typically in his Guard uniform. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Vlorn was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Courier, but he was a colossal failure. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants, marred by beers. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Alvyn was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: Retire the richest man in the north; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He wears dull black sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed spear, just in case. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He got into the Dilettante business at a young age. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He's also a talented Assassin, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and balancing his hectic life and new dilettante responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Greedy. Bonds: Guardian, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 330 gp. 7 Acid flasks.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His head has been shaved. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. 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, Ar-Pratu is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Ar-Pratu was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 20 gp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. He is portly but not overly obese. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Názkûga was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mayor they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Junk Dealer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a junk dealer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

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

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.