Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is typically in his Weaver uniform. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the north to a Weaver, Clerebold learned a great deal about his mother'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 Weaver work with an outfit from a few towns over. Weaver work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and is pretty ugly. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Jocelyn's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 100 gp.