Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a violet vest and prefers grey and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Geoffrey was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A gifted student he started as a Marshal, but he got bored and became a Locksmith. He struck the Locksmith job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it; and balancing his hectic life and new locksmith responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 40000 cp. Red garnet (100 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp).

Description: He wears long strands of topaz and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and he perpetually has his mace ready. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drogo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is content; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 15000 cp.

Description: This tall, slender man is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His brown hair is singed and shortened. He is baby faced.

Personality: Percival 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. 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, Percival is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Percival was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of aquamarine and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is physically well-built. His hair is brown and curly. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Family, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Carnelian (20 gp).