Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 sp. Hematite (15 gp). Jade (140 gp). Jasper (60 gp).

Description: He wears a black tunic with violet highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His green crest is braided into rings. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 14. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his left hand. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in a small forest village. His parents enrolled him in a Adept school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sard (50 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Coral (70 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Coral (70 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Deep green spinel (70 gp). Black opal (500 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He is baby faced.

Personality: Fivin speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He takes great joy in being the best Scribe in town.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Fivin grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Scribe work with an outfit from a few towns over. Scribe work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion; and expand his business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thamior does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. In his youth he was a Sellsword, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.