Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has a very tight haircut. He has amber eyes and a pastel hat with a brown feather.

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 always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Armorer for hire.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Flaws: Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is white and very short. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. 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 son.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miller.

Motivation: To be a Mortician again; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 21000 sp. Amethyst (150 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson brown hat.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When Fivin reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Soapmaker responsibilities is difficult; and to be a layabout again

Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 250 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and pastel handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a very tight haircut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Beggar business.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 pp. Deep green spinel (100 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a white coat with red slacks. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Aramil took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 180 pp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Iolite (80 gp).