Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He is portly but not overly obese. His chestnut hair is lengthy. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

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. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He dropped out of school to support his sick mother, and resented it. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Marshal they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Blacksmith, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (80 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears his black hair down. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Racist, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1100 gp. Sard (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Deep green spinel (140 gp).

Description: An older man who typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull brown iron scale mail, he is not a threatening figure. His blonde hair is lengthy. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a brown shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Dreali was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and money/treasure

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: An older man who prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, he is not a threatening figure. He has a very tight haircut. His ears are large.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Ostracized due to the arcane 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 9000 sp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (90 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp).