Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is long and brown with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, 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 possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: He wears an entirely blue suit with red socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His hair is cut close to his head. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. A friendly and beautiful Human, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Wymar was born on a far southern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Server. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a server and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Chalcedony (30 gp). Banded agate (16 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his club, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is typically in his Mortician uniform. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He is mildly Human supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He tends to his Mortician job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

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

Flaws: Racist, Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears suspenders and white workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Peter was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Peter was born on a far eastern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Barber. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Barber for the past few years.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Rich, Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 2 Smokesticks. 2 Smokesticks.