Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. He has shaved his head bald. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He is a Masseuse first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Masseuse work with an outfit from a few towns over. Masseuse work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Masseuse job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 3000 cp. Red garnet (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are white and beady.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She takes great joy in being the best Healer in town.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Healer and was forced into it by her family; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 180 gp. White pearl (120 gp). Red spinel (120 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 3'3". He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Gildmak was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Some 4 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Gildmak never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small plains village. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to be a bowyer again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Just what you see.