Description: He wears a green tunic with grey highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his kukri, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Valorean was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Valorean's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was born in the north. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Junk Dealer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She became a Junk Dealer soon after.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Junk Dealer and was forced into it by her family; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother

Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Religious, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 40 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). 2 Antitoxin.

Description: She is lean but muscular and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. Her brown hair is matted, messy, and big. Her eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing dancing.

History: Armara was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. 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. She has never given up on her dancing dream.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a green collared shirt and red skirt. She accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Doudra took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Marshal and was forced into it by her family.

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.