Description: 5'1" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. She has dyed her greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: When she was but 6 years old her parents immigrated from the north. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever she goes.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is greedy

Flaws: Sensitive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady white eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. She carries a battered hand crossbow and tarnished axe as well. Her chestnut hair is well kept. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She wants to get laid.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 170 gp. Bloodstone (80 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Amethyst (60 gp).

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. Her brown hair is long and unkept. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and she possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.