Description: This slender man stands about 4'9". He wears a yellow tunic with green highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. After coming to the age of reason, Uthemar took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An older woman who is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down, she is not a threatening figure. She has a very tight haircut. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is a Junk Dealer first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Ilanis was born on a far western mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Junk Dealer. She has achieved small success as a Junk Dealer.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and to be a shoemaker again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 gp. Rose (40 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). 1 Chain shirt. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. He wears his brown hair down. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Dimble was born on a far western forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Bounty Hunter. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Secretive. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 29000 cp. 1 Average lock.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Ivellios was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mayor. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.