Description: A moderately attractive man, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His rusty crest is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. 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 to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 110 pp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears bulky white painted plate armor. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Alvyn has worked very hard to control his curse. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 9000 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his purple hair in a flapper bob. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Sailor business.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Artistic, Entrepeneur, Logical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses like a well dressed Fisher does. His red hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Cressel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Fisher. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a barber again

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a pastel costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. His tied-back hair is brown. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Cory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 10 pp.