Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. He is portly but not overly obese. He has shaved his head bald. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

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 loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in the south to a Layabout, Gilbert learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Gilbert took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Layabout and was forced into it by his family; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Family, Job, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His tied-back hair is golden. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anselm fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 10000 cp. Rock crystal (20 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He wears his brown hair up. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a Soapmaker, his mother struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Shy, Selfish, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). 1 Hourglass. 1 Crowbar. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Average lock.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is blonde and very short. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Wymar 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. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his mother's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered gnolls who tried to eat his hand. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: 5'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He very much looks the part of a Junk Dealer. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy red hair. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, giants burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying north to reunite his family. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Junk Dealer for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Sellsword again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp.