Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears skinny pants and wears a brown and violet robe with the hood down. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

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 does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Unemployed arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 500 sp. Blue quartz (7 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: An older man who wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat, he is not a threatening figure. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Gifted from a young age, Heward studied abroad. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Lance alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Religious, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: He prefers to wear tan pants and tee shirts. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the north to a Marshal, Percival learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Revenge; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1400 sp.