Description: She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. She has styled her red hair well, parting it to the left. Her ears are large.

Personality: Myev speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and to unite with her sister

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is dressed in an above average manner. She is physically well-built. Her golden hair is wavy and long. Her hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Eleanor took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor she uses now. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 160 gp. Red spinel (100 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She usually wears her tan robe and has her lance always slung over her shoulder. Her hair is short and auburn. Her eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His auburn hair is cut short. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

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. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is dressed in an above average manner. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: Quarion was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Baker they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Dyer, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 140 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (50 gp).