Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She wears her bronze crest down. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Perra was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a black shirt, with a red mid length skirt with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and is pretty ugly. She has done her best to style her black hair to look like a famous performer. She has amber eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: She was born into a rich family. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 40 gp. Star rose quartz (20 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears baggy black pantaloons and a tan scarf. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her black hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are hazel.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vicky isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses in pastel turtlenecks beneath a black coat with white slacks. He has moderate length gray fur. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 39. 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. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the west were limited. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a marshal and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 250 gp.