Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. 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 resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Sard (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with violet lining and desert motifs, he is not a threatening figure. His silver hair is knotted and matted. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He struck the Barkeep job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Job, In love. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His blonde hair is cut short. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Born in the south to a Baker, Tharivol learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Fisher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Baker and was forced into it by his family; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over 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: Adran was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Adran abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Adran was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of drow

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears suspenders and green workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy green leather apron most of the time. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Roofer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.