Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a Mortician first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was born into a rich family. His first spouse was a Bookbinder, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Family, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 300 gp. Hematite (6 gp). Fire opal (1000 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Bookbinder business.

History: Aldous was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Disciplined, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Sculptor. He has a very tight haircut. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. A gifted student he started as a Guard, but he got bored and became a Sculptor. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is typically in his Map Maker uniform. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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 Map Maker. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Slave, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 500 gp.

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. His tied-back hair is brown. His ears are large.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 800 gp.