Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Conrad was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. Hematite (12 gp). Red spinel (110 gp). 4 Antitoxin. 2 Smokesticks. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses like a well dressed Junk Dealer does. He wears his auburn hair up. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He tends to his Junk Dealer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a tan coat with brown slacks. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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's attracted to the PC; and he has a crush on the local apothecary

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Has a crush. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 7000 cp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (500 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is dressed in an above average manner. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To protect his home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Chalcedony (80 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He usually wears his black robe and has his falchion always slung over his shoulder. His hair is auburn and very short. 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 a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 14000 cp.