Description: This man wears dark leathers with embroidery. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His bronze crest has been sun bleached extensively. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mortician business.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: 3'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He has hazel eyes and a brown hat with a blue feather.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He got into the Bowyer business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Sailor, but he got bored and became a Bowyer. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To be a Sailor again; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Emotional, Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. His red hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Military, In love. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 110 gp. Citrine (50 gp).