Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His black hair is lengthy. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Through the years after Fenriz was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Fenriz's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 60 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is chestnut and curly. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 230 pp. Malachite (7 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Jade (60 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp).

Description: 3'7" and muscular, this eastern man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.