Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a blue coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His head has been shaved. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is a great chef.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents enrolled him in a Ranger school at a young age so that he could practice his necromantic talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To be a Guard again.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses like a well dressed Weaver does. His moppish blonde hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. 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 daughter.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. His childhood dream was to be a Ruler, but he was a colossal failure. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Job, Family, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a Bowyer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. In his youth he was a Slave Trader, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Bowyer for hire.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bowyer responsibilities is difficult; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 140 pp. Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Lapis lazuli (6 gp). Amber (40 gp). Azurite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears violet trousers with yellow and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. 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. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Assassin. He's also a talented Armorer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Assassin responsibilities is difficult; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear red tank tops with brown pants. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Balimaar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sellsword for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Courier again; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Job, Religious, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp).