Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a tan wide-brimmed hat and tan clothes. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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: He would like to get married and retire; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Clerebold wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Clerebold 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. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Hourglass. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Average lock.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a grey coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Geoffrey hails from a village terrorized by giants. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To be a Brewer again; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive, Impulsive. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. Eye agate (12 gp). Jasper (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail.