Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has a chestnut handlebar mustache and slicked back chestnut hair. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a great chef.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his glaive, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. 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: Theriatis was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Justice, Logical, Persistence. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: An older man who wears long strands of amethyst and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, he is not a threatening figure. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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: Money/treasure; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Lazy, Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 90 pp. Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). 2 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Half-Plate.