Description: This slender man stands about 5'6". He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a very tight haircut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Ar-Pratu was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a blue collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a white shirt with thin red vertical stripes and black pants. His dark red hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Alexandrite (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1400 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp). Fire opal (700 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is portly but not overly obese. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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 Barber. He became a Barber soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 11000 cp. Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Hematite (14 gp).

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 months of barely getting by, Vanuath managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. A silver and pearl hairclip (30 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.