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 tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Glassblower born in the past three hundred years. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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 Glassblower. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job, In love. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 50 pp. Star rose quartz (20 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear flannel. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. Simon is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Simon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Everburning torch. 6 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This malnourished man wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His red hair is lengthy. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Nicholas was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Body Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Body Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Body Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he tends to wear a large brown jacket. His white hair is braided into rings. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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. Kyle took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His pastel leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit men.

History: Born to a Knight, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Knight. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 47000 sp. Deep green spinel (150 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp).