Description: He is lean but muscular and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has black eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Mormo was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Druid, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Druid in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stableman hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'0". He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Thamior was born with his mother's beautiful face. Through the years after Thamior was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Thamior's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She wears bulky grey painted plate armor. She is physically well-built. Her golden hair is singed and shortened. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'3". She wears a brown vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her brown boots flare out at the collars, and her gloved hand is found clutching a glaive. She has wavy red hair. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She takes great joy in being the best Mason in town.

History: The child of a Servant, who enjoyed hunting, Isabella was taken on many hunting expeditions. After coming to the age of reason, Isabella took it upon herself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted arcane powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Cynical. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.