Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it, marred by sweets. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Junk Dealer business.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 1000 gp. White opal (500 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Blue sapphire (500 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Rose (80 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Sardonyx (80 gp). Emerald (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. His scarlet crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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's repulsed by the PC; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 100 pp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (160 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (20 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (4000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp).

Description: He wears just a grey suit. He carries with him a set of clubs, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He takes great joy in being the best Glassblower in town.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. 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 is greedy; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an entirely blue suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 110 gp.