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 wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. She wears her silver hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. Maegan was born on a far western mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Bounty Hunter. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears baggy black pantaloons and a pastel scarf. Her brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She got into the Armorer business at a young age. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 sp. Chrysoberyl (160 gp).

Description: He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Kilvar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Debt. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (60 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the west to a Jeweler, Nalral learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He tends to his Jeweler job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 30 pp. 6 Acid flasks.