Description: This malnourished man wears a red tunic with green highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. His auburn hair is still thick. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 51. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Stannor was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Stannor liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly daggers and whips. His red hair is smooth and relatively long. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a red coat with brown slacks. He carries a battered greataxe and tarnished spear as well. He keeps his black fur in a pixie cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady copper eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Drifting fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 2300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is typically in his Healer uniform. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Healer.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (10 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (10 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp). Gold cup set with emeralds (4000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 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 wears a brown collared shirt and yellow pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Dalgal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A freak accident while working with his Miller mother left him crippled. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes gnolls are coming to abduct people. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born into a rich family. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and he wants revenge against gnolls

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 8000 sp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (50 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (50 gp). Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1200 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Humans. Her skin is dark but she possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. She is typically in her Masseuse uniform. Her auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Masseuse who has hired her part-time. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Family, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 30 pp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (170 gp).