Description: This malnourished man wears a black shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His white crest is lengthy. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Zedaar was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Adventurer. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1200 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears professional attire. He keeps his purple hair in a flapper bob. His half smiles and white eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Bookbinder profession.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the east. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: She wears a tan vest and prefers green and brown shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Fortune-teller responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a pastel costume with the symbols of death on her torso. Her lavender fur is matted, messy, and big. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Smoking is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with her Stableman father left her crippled. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To protect her home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. Moss agate (13 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and is pretty ugly. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Dayereth was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A freak accident while working with his Unemployed father left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Terse, Forgetful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp.