Description: This southern man is typically in his Locksmith uniform. His clothes are grease stained in places. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born to a Bookbinder, his mother struggled to pay the bills. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1300 pp. Rock crystal (40 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). Jade (80 gp). Amber (80 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Black pearl (600 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a white coat with tan slacks. His white fur has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Cloud was born the youngest of three triplets. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Herbalist. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Herbalist responsibilities is difficult.

Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Family, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 5000 cp. Lapis lazuli (9 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Oskar was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

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. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greataxe.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears skinny pants and wears a black and white robe with the hood down. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Everard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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 was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1300 gp.