Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a grey shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (15 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Blue star sapphire (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a white coat with tan slacks. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a Glassblower first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Quarion was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Quarion's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Glassblower responsibilities is difficult; and he has a crush on the local tailor

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 pp. Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of bastard swords on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 4000 gp. Citrine (30 gp).