Description: With red face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He got into the Mayor business at a young age. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Oppleby was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 4'10". He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and his gloved hand is found clutching a morningstar. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Fivin was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She is portly but not overly obese. Her white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She was taken from her home at a very young age. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Finellen was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Roland was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Dyer

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

Possessions: 7000 sp.