Description: This man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black hair is cut short. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Barkeep who has hired him part-time. 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 was raised in a desert tribe. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Mason. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and expand his business

Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Nature, In love, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 70 pp. Aquamarine (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears dull red sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. His black hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thamior grew up listening to his father's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely grey suit with pastel socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and he perpetually has his shortbow ready. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Vlorn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. 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; and halfling compassion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He has moderate length blonde hair. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson tan hat.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Slave, Mentor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2700 sp. Alexandrite (300 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp).