Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her crest is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: Chassath is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She very much looks the part of a Locksmith. She has a very tight haircut. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She takes great joy in being the best Locksmith in town.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Locksmith work with an outfit from a few towns over. Locksmith work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has achieved small success as a Locksmith.

Motivation: She is greedy; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A 2'8" eastern woman, she is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her hair is short and red. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Barber arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Harriet abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. During her travels, Harriet and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Harriet discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Harriet fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Expand her business; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His bronze crest is singed and shortened. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Fax isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1000 cp.