Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bricklayer born in the past three hundred years. He takes great joy in being the best Bricklayer in town.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Debt. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

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 wears a worn and beaten armor. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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 built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears baggy brown pantaloons and a tan scarf. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 6000 sp. Banded agate (9 gp). Black opal (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He usually wears his green robe and has his crossbow always slung over his shoulder. He is physically well-built. His hair is dark red and very short. His eyes are likewise white. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

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 graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: Just what you see.