Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His tied-back hair is chestnut. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 28. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He got into the Bricklayer business at a young age. 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. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His ears are large.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1000 gp. Chrysoprase (70 gp). Chrysoberyl (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, and carries glaives. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Born to a Dyer, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Engraver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has done his best to style his cinnamon fur to look like a famous performer. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. 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: Tabaxi compassion; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is black and curly. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His parents enrolled him in a Barbarian school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anverth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 400 gp. Jet (80 gp).