Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Greedy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Chalcedony (80 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Red spinel (130 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has no fur. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'7" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He dresses like a well dressed Bookbinder does. His bronze crest is braided into rings. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born in the west. After coming to the age of reason, Gorbundus took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to be a mortician again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 3'2" and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Ombul took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item.