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 just a white suit. Her red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. Her brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with her Cartwright father left her crippled. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Disease, Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 sp. Jet (160 gp). 4 Holy water.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'10" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Her golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. She has hazel eyes.

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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Marastyr was born on a far eastern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Roofer. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Religious. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Bilbron hails from a village terrorized by illithids. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Slave Trader they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Stylist, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and doesn't want to be a stylist and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 2'10" when asserting himself. His hair is red and curly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Joser is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Navigator hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 160 gp. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with pastel colored cloaks and clothing. His long orange fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform 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 is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Passionate, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Slave. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.