Description: This woman stands a little under 6'5" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. She wears a feathered hat to cover her moderate length scarlet crest. Her eyes are likewise gold. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Soapmaker born in the past three hundred years. She feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Tatyan was born with her mother's beautiful face. Through the years after Tatyan was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Tatyan's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. 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: To be a Barkeep again; and balancing her hectic life and new soapmaker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 gp. Jade (60 gp). Coral (60 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears a black Stetson hat and black clothes. She wears a colorful flower in her brass crest. Her gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She tends to her Glassblower job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Glassblower responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has achieved small success as a Barber.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 37. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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, Cimer is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.