Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He has shaved his head bald. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Morkral was born the youngest of three triplets. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fortune-teller they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Performer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 60 gp. Red-brown spinel (120 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 sp. Golden pearl (40 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears a robe, a symbol of magic around her neck, and a shield on her belt. She keeps her black hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are gray and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She got into the Sailor business at a young age. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She was granted martial powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Sailor responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a brown shirt, with a pastel mid length shorts with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has shaved his head bald. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Antagonistic, Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.