Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature hand crossbow.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He is dressed in an above average manner. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a Shepherd, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 700 gp. Iolite (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears tattered old clothes. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born in the north to a Courier, Tûmûg learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the north were limited. He tends to his Courier job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He keeps his blue crest in a pixie cut. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Patrin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is content

Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.