Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a grey vest and prefers brown and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His black hair is knotted and matted. His ears are large.

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. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'5" and wears a tan vest and prefers grey and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His ears are large.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He worked as a nervous Sage and found it very stressful. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 100 gp. Onyx (20 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. 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: Clerebold was born with his mother's beautiful face. 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 6000 cp. A roughly beaten golden orb (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp). 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: An older man who wears silk and lounges about seductively, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is silver and very short. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: Lance was born with his mother's beautiful face. In his youth he was a Fletcher, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lance fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants revenge against goblins; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.