Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. Her black hair is smooth and relatively long. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Dyer. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She is a great chef.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Markosian grew up listening to her father's many stories. Her childhood dream was to be a Guard, but she was a colossal failure. She's also a talented Guard, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 500 sp. Peridot (20 gp). 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears a black armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. She wears a colorful flower in her blue crest. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her gold eyes.

Personality: This woman loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Saphara was born with her mother's beautiful face. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has never given up on her poetry dream.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, she wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. She has styled her white hair well, parting it to the right. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of goblins once and for all.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'10". He wears a yellow coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. His white hair is still thick. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are white and perfect.

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 misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Nicholas lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to reunite with his absent mother

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant, Family, Slave. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Thunderstones.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull green iron scale mail. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. After coming to the age of reason, Kilvar took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Disease. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.