Description: He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Theobald never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Professionalism, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, In love, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 800 gp. Blue quartz (15 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Rose (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He is baby faced.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Disease, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a green coat with brown slacks. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His childhood dream was to be a Bowyer, but he was a colossal failure. He became a Sailor soon after.

Motivation: He's in love; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a green coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Trym speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Apothecary responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.