Description: This late middle aged man wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants and is in decent physical shape. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Fletcher. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing a long, red, dusty cloak. His silver hair is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. A gifted student he started as a Baker, but he got bored and became a Bricklayer. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bricklayer.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants, and carries axes. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He worked as a nervous Dyer and found it very stressful. 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. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new dyer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 sp. Zircon (30 gp).

Description: A 6'4" northern man, he is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and green handkerchief worn on his left side. He has no hair. He has violet eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He got into the Apothecary business at a young age. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Map Maker; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Family, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mercenary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mercenary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Server, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Server again.

Ideals: Professionalism, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 500 gp.