Description: This northern man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mortician profession.

History: He was born in a small island village. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Armorer.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Armorer responsibilities is difficult; and to reunite with his absent mother

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His blonde hair is singed and shortened. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 110 gp. Amber (110 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a fancy brown suit. His dark red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Pelaios was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Emotional, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 170 pp. White opal (1500 gp). Malachite (4 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp).

Description: Standing 2'10", this man wears a violet coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. His ears are large.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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 was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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. Gormogord fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple pastel line shooting up and back down, and is pretty ugly. He has moderate length yellow fur. His ears are large.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fragrant does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Fragrant reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi 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. 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: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 10000 cp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp).