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 has the majority of his body covered in plate. He sports a flattop hair cut. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Cynical, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: An older man who wears a white costume with the symbols of his god on his torso, he is not a threatening figure. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 260 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1100 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears blue trousers with grey and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears his auburn hair up. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Tailor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Ribbles was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Tailor. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2400 sp. Iolite (30 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). 1 Holy water. 1 Everburning torch. 3 Antitoxin.