Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His yellow fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Performer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1600 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (120 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a violet vest and prefers blue and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His red hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Valafar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mercenary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Adventurer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Mercenary, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 100 gp. Amethyst (110 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears dull yellow sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shield, just in case. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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. A freak accident while working with his Glassblower mother left him crippled. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.