Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. Her hair is red and very short. Her ears are large.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Apothecary. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Junk Dealer profession.

History: Jelenneth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: Her right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She has slicked back brown hair. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Mella hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her writing career. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered green stockings. His hair is short and red. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fletcher for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 700 sp. White pearl (160 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. She has done her best to style her black crest to look like a famous performer. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Gesrethe is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. Gesrethe was born on a far southern island where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Fisher. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is content; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.