Description: This younger middle-aged man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is dark red, silky, and of moderate length. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Roofer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A gifted student he started as a Dyer, but he got bored and became a Roofer. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Vanuath abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. 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 is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black hair is knotted and matted. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Laborer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Berrian was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Laborer soon after.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Silver pearl (40 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is wearing a long, white cloak, marred by sweets. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. 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. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Professionalism, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Onyx (70 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears dull brown sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed morningstar, just in case. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Eleanor embodies much of what other species detest in the Humans. She feeds upon the attention of others.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the east. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Scribe they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Ploughman, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and she's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. This gray eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: She was born into a rich family. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever she goes.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 20 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is wearing a long, red cloak. She carries with her a set of shortbows on her belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. Her moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: To be a Roofer again; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Artistic. Bonds: Slave, Family, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She has shaved her head bald. She is baby faced.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Yevelda isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur, Artistic. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 6000 cp. 4 Smokesticks.