Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. 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 is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Sage

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 120 pp. A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (180 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortspear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears his brown hair down. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Fivin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 1900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He keeps his black fur in a flapper bob. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Gifted from a young age, Right-Handed studied abroad. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 16000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: An older man who is dressed in an above average manner, he is not a threatening figure. His crest is short and gold. His gold 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 has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Rivaan has worked very hard to control his curse. 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: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 220 pp. Coral (120 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Rose (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Rose (30 gp). Star ruby (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He dresses like a well dressed Carter does. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born in the north to a Carter, Gerbo learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He became a Carter soon after.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to be a tanner again

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Military. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.