Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

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 has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Spice Merchant. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 500 sp. 6 Acid flasks. 2 Thunderstones. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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. He is a great chef.

History: Frederick was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. 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 desires power and/or immortality; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 19000 cp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He comes from a rich western family. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Locksmith. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Theobald liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2700 sp.

Description: He wears dull green sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed warhammer, just in case. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his warhammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Roland was born the youngest of three triplets. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Painter. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 100 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Healer’s kit.