Description: He wears a blue costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His parents enrolled him in a Commoner school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Mason again.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses like a well dressed Roofer does. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

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. A gifted student he started as a Hunter, but he got bored and became a Roofer. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 600 gp. Solid gold idol (1000 gp).

Description: This man stands a little under 5'11" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He usually wears his pastel robe and has his falchion always slung over his shoulder. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 9. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Ralf does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When Ralf reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'2". He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is long and red with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Unemployed but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Hunter was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing a long, pastel cloak. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of giants 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 40000 cp.