Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Butcher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Butcher work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: 6'3" and muscular, this eastern man is typically in his Soapmaker uniform. He has shaved his head bald. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He worked as a nervous Soapmaker and found it very stressful. He tends to his Soapmaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his axe. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He tends to his Jeweler job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Slave. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 110000 cp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with black slacks. His hair is red and very short. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Stylist who has hired him part-time. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Ernest liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Sardonyx (30 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and black handkerchief worn on his right side, and carries clubs. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Gomory was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gomory fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Emotional. Bonds: Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.