Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and he perpetually has his longbow ready. His hair is short and auburn. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Armorer born in the past three hundred years. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Tharivol was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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 Armorer. He's also a talented Bowyer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Armorer responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and wears a white shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and white pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Korfel isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Korfel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

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

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Blue star sapphire (800 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp).

Description: He stands about 4'8" and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are green.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. 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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Erevan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 3000 gp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp). White pearl (100 gp). Sard (40 gp). Sard (40 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times and is in decent physical shape. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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, Varis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Cook.

Motivation: To be a Stableman again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 pp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. He is baby faced.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (60 gp).