Description: 3'8" and muscular, this southern man wears a simple tan robe with black stripes complete with hood. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

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 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: He was raised by priests from a young age. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears baggy tan pantaloons and a white scarf. She has wavy red hair. She is baby faced.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: She got into the Banker business at a young age. While she appears to be a normal Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 sp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp).

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 usually wears his white robe and has his morningstar always slung over his shoulder. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Scrag never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Passionate, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Moss agate (12 gp). Sard (70 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and is pretty ugly. His hair is short and chestnut. His silver eyes peer out from beneath his broad black hat.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his 12th 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

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

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 170 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears white trousers with yellow and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'2" when asserting himself. He has moderate length golden hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Weaver business.

History: He was born in a small island village. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Weaver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Jet (130 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp).