Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears suspenders and brown workpants. Her shirt is black, and she wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. Her red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has gray eyes.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. 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: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1 Superior lock.

Description: 4'11" and muscular, this northern man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Himo was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Himo was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Himo's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: She has a missing right arm. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She is baby faced.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 cp. Red spinel (140 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and he perpetually has his greatsword ready. He wears his gray fur down. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 64. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born to a Stableman, his father struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Elegant was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Elegant's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.