Description: He is a mite stocky and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing pastel cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born into a rich family. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and is pretty ugly. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He has all his life been fascinated with music.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Solomon was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Citrine (50 gp).

Description: He wears dull red sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed spear, just in case. His red hair is long and unkept. 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 intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Herbalist but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This malnourished man very much looks the part of a Bricklayer. He wears his black hair down. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new bricklayer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 29000 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Born in the west to a Junk Dealer, Ernest learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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 has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.