Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, marred by chocolates. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his father. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he wants to get laid

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Criminal record, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and is pretty ugly. His hair is brown and very short. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Passionate, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 330 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered violet stockings. His hair is long and brown with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a simple tan robe with grey stripes complete with hood. Her silver hair is wavy and long. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: The child of eastern immigrants she idolized her father. In her 18th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He usually wears his red robe and has his scythe always slung over his shoulder. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scythe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Halfling in existence. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ombul is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ombul grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Chain shirt.