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 wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available she will default to her bow. She has a long white ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Bounty Hunter arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A 3'2" southern woman, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her hair is red and very short. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

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

Flaws: Mundane, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This southern woman wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her bronze crest, when down, is lengthy. Her red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She is an amazing painter.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Her parents enrolled her in a Warlock school at a young age so that she could practice her arcane talents. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is wearing a long, violet, dusty cloak. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are brown and beady.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Bricklayer. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: He wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 40 pp. Sard (50 gp).