Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His blue crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mreksh grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Brewer for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Brewer responsibilities is difficult; and he's in love

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Iolite (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His gold crest, when down, is lengthy. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and balancing his hectic life and new stableman responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Family, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a brown coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has dyed his greying gray fur a little too much giving a sharp gray color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. A true patriot, Left-Handed would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Left-Handed was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Aquamarine (1100 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Rose (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears an entirely grey suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His blue hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 sp.