Description: He is dressed in an above average manner, and he perpetually has his scimitar ready. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Stylist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He tends to his Stylist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

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 also has developed a complete distrust of the Miller profession.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He struck the Spice Merchant job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new spice merchant responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. Randal is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: Randal lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He tends to his Sailor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Onyx (50 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 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 is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mercenary who has hired him part-time. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. 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 left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Charles was born with his mother's beautiful face. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Human compassion; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.