Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He carries with him a set of scythes, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is auburn and curly. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. 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: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scythe.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 13000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a sai on his belt. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. After a long history of fighting, Gomory and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He prefers to wear flannel. His golden hair is long and unkept. 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 is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp. Moonstone (40 gp). Silver pearl (80 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His golden hair is cut short. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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 was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Pink pearl (150 gp). Coral (150 gp).