Description: He is a mite stocky and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are white.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. Solid gold idol (1200 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. He wears his silver crest down. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He got into the Courier business at a young age. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 10000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (30 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (700 gp).

Description: He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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, Ivellios is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich western family. When Ivellios reached his early adolescence his Elf 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 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Persistence, Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely brown suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His golden hair is still thick. He has brown eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Percival's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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: Born in the south to a Apothecary, Percival learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Apothecary. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Blue quartz (14 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp).

Description: 2'11" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is cut close to his head. 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 believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.