Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His fur, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mortician profession.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 9000 sp. Peridot (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Black pearl (700 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. 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: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Gerbo was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to reunite with his absent mother

Flaws: Addict, Secretive. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. He is baby faced.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Silvo lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Silvo reached his early adolescence his Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Onyx (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Howard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Howard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 200 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (90 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.