Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Secretive. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He wears his brown hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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 very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Uthemar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He got into the Dilettante business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Blacksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Blacksmith again.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Military, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 30000 cp. White opal (1600 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His white hair is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. 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, Aust is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He struck the Weaver job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold music box (3000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1100 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (70 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1600 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1100 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 gp.