Description: An older woman who wears a worn and beaten armor, she is not a threatening figure. She sports white long hair. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: A powerful slaver made her what she is. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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: To prove her worth to the world; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Slave, Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'4". He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dadalan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A freak accident while working with his Barkeep mother left him crippled. During his travels, Dadalan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Dadalan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Dadalan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, pastel shirt, and tan tie. He is physically well-built. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Detective. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 310 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her chestnut hair is still thick. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Tervaround was born on a far western mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Bricklayer. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the west.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 4000 cp. Coral (120 gp).