Description: She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available she will default to her nunchaku. Her black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. In her 17th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She prefers to wear flannel. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her fur is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she feels threatened by others

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed, Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 sp. Rock crystal (40 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat, and he perpetually has his club ready. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair is short and blonde. His eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: Veit speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Veit was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sailor hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 190 gp.