Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She struck the Mortician job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Priest again; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Sensitive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 41000 sp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His ears are large.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Gilthur will drive conversation. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Apothecary arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Gilthur was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Gilthur decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1100 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He is physically well-built. His hair is white and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He got into the Dilettante business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: He wears a white coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly ceremonial daggers and bastard swords. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: Malmûg is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born into a rich family. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Malmûg alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 20 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp).

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'2" when asserting himself. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Alvyn was raised in a hard working conservative environment. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Alvyn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 200 sp.