Description: He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a red coat with pastel slacks. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Scribe. He is physically well-built. His black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Justin was born the youngest of three triplets. One day when Justin was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Justin was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. Recently the stress of being a Scribe has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and blue handkerchief worn on his left side. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Architect but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born in the south. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Architect like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a banker again

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'8". He is wearing a long, white cloak, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. His hair is golden and curly. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist 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 Stylist for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of whips, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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, Clerebold is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.