Description: An older man who wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat, he is not a threatening figure. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

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. Qemuel was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Marshal.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and expand his business

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is renowned for his bright green suits and hats. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's in love

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is short and white. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Masseuse who has hired him part-time. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 390 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

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 black vest and prefers white and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His fur is short and brown. His eyes are likewise copper. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He plays an instrument quite well.

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. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1600 gp. Onyx (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Red-brown spinel (140 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He dresses like a well dressed Architect does. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His crest is short and green. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Architect work with an outfit from a few towns over. Architect work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has worked as a Architect like his father before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 320 gp.