Description: A middle-aged man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and is pretty ugly. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 50000 cp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (400 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and tan handkerchief worn on his left side. He has no hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a Barkeep first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the north to a Barkeep, Tharivol learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To be a Knight again; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and he perpetually has his shield ready. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He has worked as a Guard like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a locksmith again

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Sensitive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 pp. Banded agate (15 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Chrysoberyl (50 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He wears his chestnut hair down. He is baby faced.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Caeldrim will drive conversation. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a Detective, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stableman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Efferil was born with his mother's beautiful face. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He's also a talented Shepherd, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bather responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 16000 sp. Peridot (40 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). Citrine (40 gp).