Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Map Maker they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Ploughman, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Ploughman and was forced into it by his family; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 130 gp. Rhodochrosite (15 gp). 2 Acid flasks.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Aldous was born with his mother's beautiful face. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Terse. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1200 gp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Red garnet (110 gp).

Description: With blue face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Astar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He struck the Stylist job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a white and grey handkerchief worn on his left side. He is physically well-built. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length silver hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When Oloric reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.