Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears just a white suit. His brass crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He struck the Locksmith job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. His head has been shaved. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 37000 sp.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Fletcher. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Bhevek has worked very hard to control his curse. He struck the Fletcher job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears just a violet suit. He wears his golden hair up. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's in love; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 10 pp. Rock crystal (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his ceremonial dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has moderate length white hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Morthos 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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Blacksmith work with an outfit from a few towns over. Blacksmith work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Masseuse, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 330 gp.