Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears suspenders and yellow workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy yellow leather apron most of the time. His blonde hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. 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. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 pp. Eye agate (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Jet (50 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Jade (50 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Theriatis hails from a village terrorized by drow. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.