Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has wavy red hair. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He tends to his Spy job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He carries a battered mace and tarnished rapier as well. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Namfoodle was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Namfoodle fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He wears his red fur up. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Harvest is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Server. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Extrovert, Impeccable. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a white vest and prefers tan and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is white and curly. His ears are large.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mercenary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 50000 cp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 4'8" and wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His hair is cut close to his head. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Paelias was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 5000 cp.