Description: This late middle aged man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look and is in decent physical shape. His head has been shaved. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Ruler; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Creaky witch voice

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

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a red collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Paelias 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. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature whip.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Barrister. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born in the north. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 70 pp. Azurite (12 gp). Red spinel (90 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a tan scarf. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born in a small plains village. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He became a Laborer soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Nature, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 6000 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (60 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (170 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp).

Description: This malnourished man usually wears his black robe and has his dagger always slung over his shoulder. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 63. 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. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Apothecary 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: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.