Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the east to a Stylist, Thervan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Moonstone (50 gp). Obsidian (11 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing. He wears his golden hair up. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. A freak accident while working with his Scribe father left him crippled. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 16000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. He has a hunchback. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Vanuath 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. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His father worked until he suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. He had to support his now crippled father and took his father's old job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is greedy

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 500 gp. Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Malachite (10 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. His hair is cut close to his head. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Aelar embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He is a Doppelganger in disguise. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He struck the Architect job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Architect responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.