Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor, marred by chocolates. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mayor they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Marshal, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 31000 sp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is cut close to his head. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He tends to his Mortician job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears professional attire. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Gardener. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Gomory liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has achieved small success as a Gardener.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Moss agate (7 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Hubert was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mayor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

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 red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Thamuz hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his painting career. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamuz fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 500 gp.