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 tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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 he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman stands a little under 6'5" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She very much looks the part of a Laborer. Her rusty crest is heavily combed to the right. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her gold eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Glassblower profession.

History: Gilkass was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has worked as a Laborer like her mother before her.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and balancing her hectic life and new laborer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence, Logical. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her greataxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. Her hair is auburn and very short. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She hates Elves with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.

History: Rinn was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Rinn was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Rinn decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 2800 sp.

Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her white hair is well kept. Her amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Hugolina was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Hugolina decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She tends to wear a brown poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She has styled her gray fur well, parting it to the right. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She was born in the east. A freak accident while working with her Bowyer father left her crippled. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Architect

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 150 pp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is long and brown with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Gilbert speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2400 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (80 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who wears tattered old clothes. His red hair is long and unkept. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is a Bowyer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Family, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.