Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears skinny pants and wears a black and pastel robe with the hood down. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Oskar has worked very hard to control his curse. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 50 gp. Smoky quartz (60 gp).

Description: This northern man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver crest has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born in a small forest village. Salasar was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Cook. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Ribbles was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 16000 sp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His gold crest is heavily combed to the right. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Gifted from a young age, Dadalan studied abroad. 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 Junk Dealer. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and sports empty pouches on his belt. His crest is bronze and curly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. 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, Rivaan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 140 gp.