Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a morningstar on his belt. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He got into the Fisher business at a young age. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fisher.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 100 pp. Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, he is not a threatening figure. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Erevan was born the youngest of three triplets. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Erevan has worked very hard to control his curse. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has wavy brown hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear flannel, and is pretty ugly. His hair is short and black. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Ront was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Morkral was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student he started as a Armorer, but he got bored and became a Herbalist. He's also a talented Armorer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Golden pearl (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp).