Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

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

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Dayereth was born with his mother's beautiful face. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dayereth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is a great chef.

History: Eiravel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'4" and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dilettante and was forced into it by his family; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has green eyes and a black hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born in the north. Lamlis was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Apothecary. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1700 gp.