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 blue shirt with thin pastel vertical stripes and brown pants. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. The war was a terrible time for him, and Jebeddo does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. When Jebeddo reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 120 gp. Obsidian (9 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His childhood dream was to be a Junk Dealer, but he was a colossal failure. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Sporting a auburn mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her amber eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Sculptor. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (30 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Gimble was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.