Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She likes to wear white tank tops with black skirt. Her tied-back hair is white. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Stylist but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a black shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A freak accident while working with his Scribe mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born in a small desert village. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.