Description: An older woman who wears a brown vest and prefers black and red shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, she is not a threatening figure. Her orange fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. Her eyes are copper and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Skirt took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor she uses now. 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 seems to be bored by most things; and revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned female has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her brown robe. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her black hair is lengthy. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Menny was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Persistence, Opinionated, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears baggy green pantaloons and a tan scarf. She has wavy scarlet crest. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Raiann was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raiann fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: She stands about 4'2" and dresses like a well dressed Seamstress does. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small grey clips. Her violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Ovina is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her brothers into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her childhood dream was to be a Bricklayer, but she was a colossal failure. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a seamstress and was forced into it by her family

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Half-Plate.