Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She has shaved her head bald. Her violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Diesa was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She married young, but lost her spouse to gnolls. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and many gnolls want her driven away

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Addict, Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He is physically well-built. He wears a colorful flower in his bronze crest. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He worked as a nervous Architect and found it very stressful. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Architect for hire.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 290 gp. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: This woman is very fat, and prefers to wear flannel. Her hair is short and silver. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her mother. Vepar was born on a far southern plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Dilettante. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she wants to get laid

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. She is an epitome of beauty. Her chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. Her amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. She has silver hair. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Isabella was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.