Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses like a well dressed Bricklayer does. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bricklayer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Ahvain was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bricklayer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bricklayer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (900 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Dyer. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Dyer who has hired him part-time. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Efferil was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He struck the Dyer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Bonds: Job, Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 12000 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears long strands of jet and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has wavy chestnut hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Sage

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

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: He usually wears his grey robe and has his whip always slung over his shoulder, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'7" when asserting himself. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he has a crush on the local animal trainer

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Malachite (10 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Peridot (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This eastern man is abnormally tall. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A true patriot, Vanuath would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Vanuath was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (13 gp).