Description: He very much looks the part of a Spice Merchant, and carries daggers. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gifted student he started as a Unemployed, but he got bored and became a Spice Merchant. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Coral (110 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). Rose (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'2". He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hand crossbow. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 70 pp. Alexandrite (1400 gp). Amber (110 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Malachite (15 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is lean but muscular and 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 auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: Rolf was born the youngest of three triplets. After coming to the age of reason, Rolf took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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 has decided he is irredeemable; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is an epitome of beauty. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Peter took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He struck the Body Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new body guard responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 600 gp.