Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available he will default to his crossbow. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His chestnut hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Rael was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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's repulsed by the PC; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 2200 gp. Alexandrite (1200 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp).

Description: 5'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a blue tunic with brown highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 220 pp. Alexandrite (700 gp). Black star sapphire (1000 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy golden stubble. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He has a hunchback. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

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. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Uthemar was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 270 pp. Red spinel (70 gp). Emerald (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He wears a colorful flower in his white hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Junk Dealer. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.