Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her eyes are likewise violet. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Dariff is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is fiercely devoted to her mother, and views her mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-sister.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts, and is pretty ugly. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He wears a black shirt, with a violet mid length shorts with violet tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new miller responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. The war was a terrible time for him, and Gennal does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Gennal was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His blue crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Donaar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Revenge; and money/treasure

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Criminal record, Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Just what you see.