Description: A middle-aged man, he wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and is pretty ugly. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a Junk Dealer first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in a small desert village. He worked as a nervous Junk Dealer and found it very stressful. 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 feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Full Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. After a long history of fighting, Gerald and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Pink pearl (160 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Sard (50 gp).

Description: He wears a green shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of clubs on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Thin and wheezing

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

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. 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: Percival lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He dropped out of school to support his sick father, and resented it. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Mercenary they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Apothecary, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'1" when asserting himself. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2500 sp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Climber’s kit.