Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She sports auburn long hair. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Dwarven culture. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). She has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to be a painter again

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Slave, Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 4'3" and wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around her neck, and a shield on her belt. She has wavy golden hair. Her brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Diesa will drive conversation. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Being a Ruler kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries a battered sickle and tarnished trident as well. His silver hair is braided into rings. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Theriatis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Theriatis took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She usually wears her tan robe and has her longsword always slung over her shoulder. Her silver hair is smooth and relatively long. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Locksmith. Ulla is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her sisters into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. A gifted student she started as a Bellfounder, but she got bored and became a Locksmith. She tends to her Locksmith job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family, Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 50 pp. Jasper (40 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her auburn hair is cut short. Her brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and marry her sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 100 gp.