Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is dressed in an above average manner. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her eyes are blue and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Euphemia reached her early adolescence her Halfling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: 5'6" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. She has wavy silver hair. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Smokesticks.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. He is physically well-built. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Gnomish culture. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and doesn't want to be a apothecary and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Racist, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his crossbow. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His black crest is smooth and relatively long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Donaar was born with his mother's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and a deep hatred of brigands

Flaws: Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.