Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is short and golden. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. The war was a terrible time for him, and Gomory does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. After a long history of fighting, Gomory and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: An older man who wears a black tunic with red highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes, he is not a threatening figure. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: He is content; and revenge

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 14000 cp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: Norman hails from a village terrorized by illithids. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants revenge against illithids

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He wears a white shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a hunchback. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

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 also has developed a complete distrust of the Miller profession.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Ralf was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Ralf decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Armorer for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'10" and wears a black collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Robert was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Robert's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2700 sp.