Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 83. 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 cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Immeral was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Immeral has worked very hard to control his curse. 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 not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is content

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insane, Antagonistic, Mundane. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Jasper (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of amber and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Farmer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Dayereth took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Dayereth never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Family, Nature, In love. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 3 Antitoxin. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He is in excellent shape and usually wears his black robe and has his rapier always slung over his shoulder. 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: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Sculptor who has hired him part-time. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Vanuath reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 11000 sp. Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp).

Description: 4'9" and muscular, this northern man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His divine abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Being a Stableman kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 5000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He is fiercely devoted to his father, and views his father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: The child of a Laborer, who enjoyed hunting, Thervan was taken on many hunting expeditions. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Fortune-teller. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and wants to open a new tavern

Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Family, Nature, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 600 gp. Black pearl (400 gp).