Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He prefers to wear flannel, marred by teas. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. A true patriot, Delebean would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. The family's rival house kidnapped his sister with the intent that his sister marry their son to gain control of contested properties. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Family, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He wears his silver hair up. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mayor born in the past three hundred years. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His first spouse was a Bather, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy brown stubble. He usually wears his blue robe and has his scimitar always slung over his shoulder. He has a hunchback. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. 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 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 Elf in existence. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Fivin liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he has a crush on the local shipwright

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His crest is brass and curly. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Gardener business.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Zedaar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 140 gp. Red spinel (130 gp).

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. She has moderate length white hair. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Cecily was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Performer. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.