Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'2" and is wearing a long, black cloak. His black hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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 divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a mason and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: He was born in the south. Thervan was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Thervan decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2900 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, black shirt, and yellow tie. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. 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 happy with his job as a Roofer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. 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, Paelias is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Paelias was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Roofer for the past few years.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Obsidian (9 gp). Banded agate (9 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: He wears a violet tunic with black highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.