Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Armorer. 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'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new armorer responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his warhammer with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear flannel. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born into a rich family. His childhood dream was to be a Bellfounder, but he was a colossal failure. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Actor for hire.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and he perpetually has his trident ready. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. After coming to the age of reason, Percival took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. 3 Thunderstones.