Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. She wears her brass crest down. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is obsessed with her god.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Flaws: Cynical, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her mace with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She has done her best to style her blue crest to look like a famous performer. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Opinionated, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. His brass crest is braided into rings. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This malnourished man dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Krakhorn was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He struck the Stylist job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Alchemist’s fire.