Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a morningstar on his belt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His brown hair is braided into rings. 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. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Valafar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 60 gp. Tourmaline (130 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is typically in his Baker uniform. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has wavy copper crest. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Pijjirik grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He tends to his Baker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Glassblower.

Bonds: Job, Slave, Criminal record, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He usually wears his pastel robe and has his club always slung over his shoulder. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thamior grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thamior. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 800 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Rich purple corundum (1500 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan trousers with green and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has dyed his greying red crest a little too much giving a sharp red color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has achieved small success as a Mason.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 23000 cp.