Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Detective. He has shaved his head bald. 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 is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

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. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Lewis was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He became a Detective soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2900 sp.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His golden hair is braided into rings. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, marred by sweets. His head has been shaved. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is obsessed with his god.

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. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 11000 cp.

Description: He stands about 5'6" and wears a grey coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. 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: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. 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. Gomory took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

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

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He typically wears yellow cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is long and silver with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A freak accident while working with his Performer mother left him crippled. After a long history of fighting, Theodoric and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive, Selfish, Antagonistic, Disease. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.