Description: This man wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his left hand. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a blue shirt with thin black vertical stripes and brown pants. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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 in a forest tribe. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 sp. 2 Smokesticks. 6 Acid flasks. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This man is very fat, and dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a white coat with pastel slacks. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Scribe born in the past three hundred years. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 has achieved small success as a Scribe.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears bulky green painted plate armor, marred by beers. His hair is cut close to his head. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed green hat.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Gifted from a young age, Don studied abroad. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Red garnet (60 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.