Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, black shirt, and pastel tie. His hair is short and silver. His red eyes peer out from beneath his feathered tan hat.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: Standing 6'10", this man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: Ur-Edin wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, In love, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Kilvar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Kilvar was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Miner. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: An older man who wears a tan coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is cut short. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Henry was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 500 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).