Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He usually wears his violet robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder. He wears his silver hair down. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. 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. 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: He is greedy; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 34000 sp. Eye agate (4 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has wavy silver hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 60. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Ernest was born with his father's beautiful face. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Unemployed work with an outfit from a few towns over. Unemployed work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a large blue jacket. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in the north. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, drow 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.