Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her fur is white and curly. Her eyes are blue.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: The child of eastern immigrants she idolized her mother. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever she goes.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 380 gp. Smoky quartz (20 gp). Pink pearl (70 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). 2 Holy water.

Description: She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. With wild chestnut hair. Her half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She has all her life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. In her 10th year, her parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Helgret alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. After a long history of fighting, Helgret and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She likes to wear red tank tops with white skirt. Her auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 45. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: She was born in the north. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Alain grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Alain. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. She has styled her golden hair well, parting it to the left. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.