Description: He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his club, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. He has no crest. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Direcris took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 300 gp. Violet garnet (300 gp). Coral (60 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman is dressed in earthy colors with a pastel and brown handkerchief worn on her right side. Her red fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. A gifted student she started as a Miller, but she got bored and became a Stylist. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1100 sp. Sard (60 gp). Violet garnet (200 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Masterwork manacles.

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, brown cloak. Her auburn hair is well kept. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are amber.

Personality: She hates brigands. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing her hectic life and new body guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: This slender woman stands about 3'10". She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She has wavy blonde hair. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She is a thrill seeker, she laughs at people and throws down challenges. She is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. When Liftrasa reached her early adolescence her Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and to prove her worth to the world

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears bulky black painted plate armor. She sports a flattop hair cut. She has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. A freak accident while working with her Gardener mother left her crippled. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 120 pp.