Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: 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; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the east. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat, and is pretty ugly. His red hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

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. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Dimble was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a guard and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp.