Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He's also a talented Sellsword, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Ugly. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 8000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (50 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe and is in decent physical shape. He has no hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Fivin speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 11000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1700 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears tattered old clothes. He has shaved his head bald. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Bricklayer. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Gifted from a young age, Immeral studied abroad. 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 Bricklayer. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Healer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Bricklayer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Family, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.