Description: He wears suspenders and pastel workpants. His shirt is red, and he wears a heavy pastel leather apron most of the time. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his quarterstaff, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His hair is long and brown with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To be a Bellfounder again; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with grey colored cloaks and clothing. His hair is long and brown with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thervan isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He uses divination through singing.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. After coming to the age of reason, Thervan took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'4". He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and his gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise gray.

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. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Warlock who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: This man prefers to wear blue clothing when he does not wear armor, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bowyer.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 700 gp. Chrysoprase (60 gp). Chalcedony (60 gp). Red spinel (140 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His brown hair is braided into rings. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He got into the Fletcher business at a young age. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Gerald was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fletcher.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Insane, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 80 gp.