Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears silk and lounges about seductively. She has moderate length white hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She can't help but pocket interesting objects she comes across

History: She comes from a rich northern family. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Criminal record, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She carries with her a set of hand crossbows, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her black hair is wavy and long. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Elizabeth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. In her 18th 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 has worked as a Masseuse like her father before her.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe. His hair is golden and curly. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a Scribe first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He became a Scribe soon after.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a black broad hat and black clothes. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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. Abad took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful, Depressed. Bonds: Religious, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 80 gp.