Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is long and white with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Uthemar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. One day when Uthemar was young, his mother was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his mother dropped to the ground dead. His mother had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Uthemar was heart-stricken from the event, and his father started working long hours to provde for them. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Assassin they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Marshal, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His tied-back hair is silver. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his small white hat.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bricklayer born in the past three hundred years. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Fire opal (1300 gp). Jet (150 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). Coral (150 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Hematite (6 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a green collared shirt and white pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Born to a Barber, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Eiravel's homeland. Eiravel decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1000 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.