Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'5" when asserting himself. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Beloril hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: She is typically in her Stylist uniform. She carries with her a set of rapiers on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. Her red hair is thinning but still full. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. As she has aged she has sought to do reparations for her actions as a youth. She is also making sure that her compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: Beatrice was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Stylist responsibilities is difficult; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: She wears dull black sweaters, loose violet pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed kukri, just in case. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length white hair. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her broad black hat.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She takes great joy in being the best Mason in town.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She tends to her Mason job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 250 gp. Iolite (30 gp). Red garnet (80 gp). Sard (30 gp). 3 Holy water.

Description: This light-skinned male wears bulky yellow painted plate armor. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

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 loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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. 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 seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.