Description: She stands about 6'7" and is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She wears her brass crest down. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Navigator arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Navigator. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to be a gardener again

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Forgetful, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she prefers to wear flannel. Her crest is cut close to her head. Her red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing singing.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She has never given up on her singing dream.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 50 gp. Chalcedony (40 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'7" and wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his crossbow. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His orange fur is knotted and matted. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Cloak reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother 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 saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 60 gp. White pearl (100 gp). 1 Breastplate.