Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Mortician. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 16000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a fancy grey suit. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Riardon was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Laborer. During his travels, Riardon and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Riardon discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Riardon fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease, Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He wears his red hair down. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Flaws: Mundane, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light white in addition to tight pants. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has moderate length blonde hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born into a rich family. His childhood dream was to be a Beggar, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Glassblower job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Revenge; and balancing his hectic life and new glassblower responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 6000 gp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (60 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (900 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (60 gp). Gold music box (4000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings, and he perpetually has his shield ready. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thamior will drive conversation. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 3200 gp. Jet (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.