Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He wears his blue hair up. His black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. 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: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Ekemon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Knight like his mother before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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: Born to a Cartwright, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Nithther never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 700 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Gold music box (4000 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. He has no fur. His ears are large.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. He is an epitome of beauty. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has violet eyes and a pastel hat with a black feather.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Watson was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Watson decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Silk rope.