Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, marred by beers. His hair is cut close to his head. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length auburn hair. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: She got into the Merchant business at a young age. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Merchant work with an outfit from a few towns over. Merchant work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She tends to her Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: To be a Apothecary again; and expand her business

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He carries with him a set of halberds on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

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 receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His parents enrolled him in a Warlock school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He tends to wear a large tan jacket, marred by sweets. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Theriatis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 500 sp.