Description: This slender woman stands about 6'3". She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her brass crest is greasy and uncared for. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born to a Tailor, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Pogranix was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Pogranix decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Impeccable, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Spy

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 600 sp. Red garnet (110 gp).

Description: He stands about 4'9" and wears yellow leather gloves, a yellow jacket, and tight pants. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a flattop hair cut. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He got into the Mortician business at a young age. Aelar was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Mortician. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: To be a Dyer again; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: She has a missing right leg. She tends to wear a black poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She has wavy white hair. Her eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. Her chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.