Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, black shirt, and white tie. He has styled his auburn hair well, parting it to the right. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Merchant profession.

History: Born to a Merchant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered south to less war torn lands. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Insane, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'8". He tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greatsword. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Marshal who has hired him part-time. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. A friendly and beautiful Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mason hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is wearing a tight black one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and carries flails. His blonde hair is long and unkept. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Cockaby was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Lapis lazuli (16 gp). Jade (130 gp).