Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He wears a fancy brown suit. He carries with him a set of greataxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Trym abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a herbalist and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He typically wears violet cloth garments or leather armor. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and expand his business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This southern man dresses well, wearing blue shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His clothes are grease stained in places. His blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and human compassion

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available he will default to his hand crossbow. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Stylist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stylist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He's also a talented Dilettante, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 16000 cp.