Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 31000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Fletcher. He has white hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Dean is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in the south to a Fletcher, Dean learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fletcher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fletcher work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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 desires power and/or immortality; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert, Logical. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is dressed in an above average manner. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A 5'6" southern man, he wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Carpenter. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He tends to his Carpenter job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 97. 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 claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 400 gp.