Description: He is a husky man, who is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, grey shirt, and red tie. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. 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: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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. Being a Mortician kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

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

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears an entirely red suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the right. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Average lock. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: This man is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his right hand. He has moderate length golden hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Percival isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Percival was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a Seamstress, his father struggled to pay the bills. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 17000 cp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: Conrad wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Beggar arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's also a talented Cook, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is greedy; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.