Description: This man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized opal on his left hand. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military, Slave. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 800 gp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly monstrous two handed axes and scythes. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has gray eyes and a blue hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. 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, Zook is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Marshal kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 600 sp. Lapis lazuli (13 gp).

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright yellow and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long silver hair reaches down to his waist. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born in a small desert village. Nicholas 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 has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: Standing 5'6", this woman wears a white armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. Her silver hair is greasy and uncared for. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears a brown vest and prefers tan and pastel shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She has cinnamon fur. Her eyes are green.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Dilettante arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Shifting has worked very hard to control her curse. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She is content; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her gray fur, when down, is lengthy. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She was born into a rich family. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 800 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (3000 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she tends to wear a large white jacket. Her hair is long and white with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small white clips. Her eyes are likewise gray. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. When Greeba reached her early adolescence her Half-Orc father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Greeba and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Religious, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 27000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a long, violet cloak. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. He has green eyes and a violet hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He is a Bricklayer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He became a Bricklayer soon after.

Motivation: To be a Crown-heir again; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his trident, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the west to a Weaver, Eiravel learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and his religion dominates his actions

Bonds: Job, Religious, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Chain shirt.