Description: This man wears skinny pants and wears a green and brown robe with the hood down, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He keeps his purple hair in a pixie cut. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

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. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Qemuel never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Mentor, In love, Job. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (5 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Ugol was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she wears suspenders and pastel workpants. Her shirt is violet, and she wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. Her fur is short and white. Her eyes are a pleasant yellow.

Personality: She thrives on attention. She does whatever is in her power to gain the attention of whomever she deems a fit date. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Bather arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered dancing. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scythe, just in case. His hair is golden and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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 to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 sp.