Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Roofer. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Roofer responsibilities is difficult; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist, Impeccable. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp. Black pearl (1500 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1200 gp).

Description: He wears dull brown sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are violet and catlike.

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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. Through the years after Watson was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Watson's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He very much looks the part of a Layabout. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. He has brown eyes and a green hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Born in the west to a Layabout, Frug learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. A freak accident while working with his Navigator mother left him crippled. He has achieved small success as a Layabout.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a navigator again

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp. Black star sapphire (600 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His hair is dark red and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born in a small island village. After coming to the age of reason, Pelaios took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has worked as a Fortune-teller like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a red vest and prefers black and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. A true patriot, Nuraval would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. After a long history of fighting, Nuraval and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.