Description: This northern man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Adventurer profession.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Spy for the past few years.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 500 gp. Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Obsidian (6 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. He has violet eyes and a green hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 16000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A 5'8" southern man, he is typically in his Cartwright uniform. His blonde hair is still thick. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and a strong sense of loyalty to human people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He wears baggy red pantaloons and a violet scarf. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Gardener but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lewis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker, Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 5000 sp. Chrysoberyl (50 gp).