Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She is dressed in a clean red cloak covering her clean studded leather. She wears a colorful flower in her brown hair. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Philomena was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever she goes.

Motivation: She is greedy; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'1". She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze, and her gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. Her moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Philomena was born the youngest of three triplets. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Courier.

Motivation: To unite with her sister.

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly swords and longswords. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born to a Sailor, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Fonkin was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Fonkin decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat, and he perpetually has his bastard sword ready. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Percival was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Stylist. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 sp.