Description: He wears a simple green robe with grey stripes complete with hood. His crest is bronze and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Valorean liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 5'3", this man wears suspenders and yellow workpants. His shirt is violet, and he wears a heavy yellow leather apron most of the time. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Theren took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She is a husky woman, who is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her red hair has been sun bleached extensively. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Baker business.

History: Naamah lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the north for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Slave. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She usually wears her green robe and has her trident always slung over her shoulder. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly tridents and sais. She has dyed her greying purple hair a little too much giving a sharp purple color. Her eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Shepherd born in the past three hundred years. She is very protective of her business, her home, and her spouse. She is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Makaria was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Shepherd. She was granted divine powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 340 gp.