Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. 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 at the edge of vast mountains. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Barkeep for the past few years.

Motivation: Revenge.

Bonds: Poor, Job, Family, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a brown shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and doesn't want to be a merchant and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Family, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 2000 sp. Bloodstone (60 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Jade (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Korfel embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Korfel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Korfel was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Performer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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 marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 6000 gp. Silver pearl (80 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp).

Description: Standing 4'9", this man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are brown.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Thervan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, 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 Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Thervan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear and is in decent physical shape. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1000 sp. White pearl (150 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item.