Description: He prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor, and carries monstrous two handed axes. He has moderate length white hair. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He worked as a nervous Scribe and found it very stressful. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Scribe and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Jasper (70 gp). Zircon (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. His hair is blonde and very short. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Balimaar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Addict, PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has gray eyes and a green hat with a black feather.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears bulky brown painted plate armor. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears just a yellow suit. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Secretive, Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 300 gp.