Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. He wears his silver hair up. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of bows, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his lavender fur in a flapper bob. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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 Locksmith. He has achieved small success as a Locksmith.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 gp. Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'3" and muscular, this southern man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Mormo isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Mormo took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the south were limited. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat, and carries nunchakus. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. 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 a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Herbalist but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 100 gp.