Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He keeps his blue hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are silver.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is typically in his Unemployed uniform. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He takes great joy in being the best Unemployed in town.

History: Born to a Cook, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Unemployed. He's also a talented Cook, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his green crest up. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Direcris lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. During his travels, Direcris and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Direcris discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Direcris fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 800 gp.