Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, white cloak. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Unemployed. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He got into the Unemployed business at a young age. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He carries a battered sword and tarnished scimitar as well. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. Paelias is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. One day when Paelias was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Paelias was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 12000 sp. Emerald (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a green shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His white hair is lengthy. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Theren was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 90000 cp. Jade (100 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Riardon was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Slave Trader. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears professional attire, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. White pearl (140 gp).