Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his club with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He prefers to wear flannel. He has a hunchback. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Junk Dealer born in the past three hundred years. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Mortician, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new junk dealer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (15 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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, Reynard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Spice Merchant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Reynard 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 bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 3100 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears an entirely black suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane, Addict, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has no hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.