Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 51. 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 has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While she appears to be a normal Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, she put together a working one.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 140 gp. Hematite (12 gp).

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her hair is blonde and curly. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage daughter.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He wears his auburn hair up. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Elves in Dayereth's homeland. Dayereth decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Dayereth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This western woman is abnormally tall. She prefers to wear flannel. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She has styled her gold crest well, parting it to the left. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her father. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She was granted druidic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.