Description: A middle-aged woman, she likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and is pretty ugly. Her white hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Fortune-teller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 20 pp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (80 gp).

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and carries monstrous two handed axes. He wears a colorful flower in his silver hair. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker grey hat.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. 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, Brottor is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Brottor was born with his mother's beautiful face. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His long beige fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in the north. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a yellow coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon her head. She has dyed her greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Herleva was born with her mother's beautiful face. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Merchant. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His hair is long and white with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Dreali hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the east to a Assassin, Dreali learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Assassin. 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 seems to be bored by most things; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (150 gp). Old masterpiece painting (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).