Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his kukri with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his kukri, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Being born in the east, 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 east 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Shoemaker they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2600 sp.

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.

Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his left hand. He has no hair. He has violet eyes and a black hat with a green feather.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with singing. He constantly tries to fill his life with singing. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His parents enrolled him in a Rogue school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: This malnourished man is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, black shirt, and green tie. His hair is blue and very short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and obtaining odd cultural tiefling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.