Description: 4'4" and muscular, this western man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Assassin arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Gimgen was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Guardian, Enemies, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His white fur is unkempt and raggedy. His yellow unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A freak accident while working with his Hunter mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3000 sp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Rose (30 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Junk Dealer. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

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 takes great joy in being the best Junk Dealer in town.

History: Morthos was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bellfounder they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Junk Dealer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 6000 cp.