Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears professional attire. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Weaver arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gifted student he started as a Fisher, but he got bored and became a Weaver. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To be a Fisher again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. Emerald (900 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. His hair is brown and curly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. He struck the Cartwright job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Debt. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Balimaar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 9000 cp. Red spinel (40 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). 3 Acid flasks. 2 Tanglefoot bags. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a black costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and balancing his hectic life and new unemployed responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This malnourished man prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. The war was a terrible time for him, and Percival does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Backpack. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Climber’s kit. 1 Superior lock.