Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants. His hair is brown and very short. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Hubert took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sai and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he very much looks the part of a Mortician. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses like a well dressed Sculptor does. His hair is golden and curly. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Sculptor. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His hair is black and curly. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Solomon lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Solomon was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Glassblower. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp.