Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. She has done her best to style her black hair to look like a famous performer. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. A friendly and beautiful Tiefling, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Born in the south to a Mortician, Armara learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Armara was born on a far southern plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Mortician. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Mortician for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants her loneliness to end

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: She sports pastel clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She wears a deerstalker hat to cover her moderate length gray fur. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 45. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She has never given up on her poetry dream.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 3000 cp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a green costume with the symbols of death on his torso. His hair, while still mostly dark red, has prominent grey streaks. He has red eyes and a green hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Damakos embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Damakos was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a blue wide-brimmed hat and blue clothes. Her red hair is cut short. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.