Description: This younger middle-aged man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has shaved his head bald. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a Junk Dealer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. Gruk enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: In love, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His red hair is long and unkept. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. A true patriot, Erky would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Secretive. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: This man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Locksmith responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a black coat with white slacks. His scarlet crest is braided into rings. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Zedaar was born the youngest of three triplets. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.