Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His golden hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Drogo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Drogo was born with his father's beautiful face. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Layabout. He became a Layabout soon after.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and human compassion

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, blue shirt, and brown tie, and he perpetually has his lance ready. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a black tunic with green highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has golden hair. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Frederick 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... As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Frederick was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He's also a talented Junk Dealer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and expand his business

Ideals: Disciplined, Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Average lock.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a axe on his belt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. 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: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is long and red with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Trym was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp. Jet (80 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp). 1 Smokesticks.