Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His first spouse was a Architect, they had one son, 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 sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and regain custody of his son

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. 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 a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Gildmak alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his ceremonial dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He has no hair. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his pickaxe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Performer father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Holy water.

Description: This southern woman tends to wear a brown poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her fur is short and brown. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She has all her life been fascinated with writing.

History: Cask was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Coral (110 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). Silver pearl (110 gp).