Description: This late middle aged man wears a green coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head and is in decent physical shape. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. 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 loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Solomon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Solomon and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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: Guy was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Spyglass. 1 Superior lock. 1 Simple lock. 1 Spyglass.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He prefers to wear flannel. His black hair is long and unkept. He has green eyes.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Carpenter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is cut short. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Percival was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Slave Trader. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears an entirely brown suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Fletcher, who enjoyed hunting, Trym was taken on many hunting expeditions. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Armorer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Armorer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Simple lock. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Bullseye lantern.