Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears an entirely black suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Kody was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2900 sp. Citrine (20 gp). Hematite (7 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 600 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. His parents enrolled him in a Warrior school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His green leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He struck the Weaver job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a white cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Patrick was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Patrick was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Locksmith responsibilities is difficult; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.