Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears an entirely brown suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 19. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Doctor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Iolite (80 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, brown shirt, and green tie. He has a hunchback. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 20000 sp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is typically in his Performer uniform, marred by beers. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Performer.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His violet leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He hates Humans with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Shoemaker business.

History: Bernard was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 gp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'9" and wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. After months of barely getting by, Lance managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp.