Description: She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'0" when asserting herself. She has dyed her greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. She has hazel eyes.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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 brothel owner made her what she is. While studying, she fell in love. They married and had a daughter. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Mentor, In love. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a black collared shirt and grey skirt. She accessorizes with a pastel scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. She wears a small hat to hide her balding. This white eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Some 2 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Damaia never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: He wears long strands of jet and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is a Crown-heir first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Beloril reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears many layers of old clothing at all times. She has styled her brass crest well, parting it to the right. Her red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Quespa lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and doesn't want to be a locksmith and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 50 pp.