Description: This late middle aged woman wears a black coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon her head and is in decent physical shape. Her bronze crest is knotted and matted. Her eyes are red and beady.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She got into the Roofer business at a young age. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. She has worked as a Roofer like her mother before her.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He wears dull white sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed dagger, just in case, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 2'11" when asserting himself. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, In love, Slave. Occupation: Server

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 cp. Star rose quartz (30 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: This eastern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a tan coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon her head. Her moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gray.

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. 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, Lia is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. 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: To end her boredom; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Persistence, Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: She is in excellent shape and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. Her black hair is long and unkept. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Gorga was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 60 gp.