Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He likes to wear brown tank tops with tan pants. He keeps his cinnamon fur in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stableman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stableman work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Stableman responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Job. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sword, just in case. He carries with him a set of swords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in a small plains village. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Rael's homeland. Rael decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This western woman is abnormally tall. She wears a tan shirt with thin black vertical stripes and blue pants. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her long silver hair reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are violet and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Barber and was forced into it by her family.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she is typically in her Mortician uniform. Her auburn hair is cut short. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gray.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was raised in a desert tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Avice took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor she uses now. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1400 gp. Alexandrite (1200 gp). Peridot (40 gp). White opal (900 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp).