Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her hair is long and black with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small black clips. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

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 pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Soapmaker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Soapmaker work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: This malnourished man wears bulky grey painted plate armor. His tied-back hair is brown. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in the north to a Server, Gimurt learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. After coming to the age of reason, Gimurt took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Server.

Motivation: To be a Spy again.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'4". He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sword. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His golden hair is singed and shortened. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Tûhorn took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He bought a flail and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 30 gp.