Description: He is a husky man, who wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His hair is silver and curly. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his feathered tan hat.

Personality: Corkitron hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Corkitron grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 gp. Deep blue spinel (600 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears brown trousers with black and pastel striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears his brown hair down. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Adventurer who has hired him part-time. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. Reynard abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Bonds: Has a crush, Family, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Soapmaker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. A friendly and beautiful Halfling, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 110 gp. 3 Antitoxin.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears dull grey sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed glaive, just in case. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson grey hat.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is an amazing painter.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the west were limited. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Selfish, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Brottor does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

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. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Brottor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1500 gp.