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 dull brown sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed mace, just in case. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her green eyes.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Armorer. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born in the east to a Armorer, Eva learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Like her mother and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Armorer. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job, In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (180 gp).

Description: She tends to wear a large violet jacket. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her half smiles and green eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in the west to a Sage, Drusilia learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Sage for hire.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears his white hair down. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Beloril was born with his father's beautiful face. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: An older man who sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, he is not a threatening figure. He keeps his brown hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are black and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. A true patriot, Damakos would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and doesn't want to be a beggar and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Secretive, Insane. Bonds: Guardian, Military, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: 6'8" and muscular, this southern man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His silver crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 30. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was born in the south. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.