Description: He is a mite stocky and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Lewis took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather and is in decent physical shape. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 39000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a grey armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. 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 a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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 was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Anselm alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Dilettante but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Dilettante

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

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.