Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She 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. She has dyed her greying brass crest a little too much giving a sharp brass color. Her red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Stylist. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Havilar lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Havilar abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and to unite with her sister

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears an entirely brown suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Gnomish activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Gnomish doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Fearful, Racist. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: She has a missing left leg. She wears a green small hat and green clothes. She keeps her dark red hair in a flapper bob. Her black unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Damaia is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Body Guard.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and balancing her hectic life and new body guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 20 gp. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'11". He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a whip. He wears his cinnamon fur down. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 7000 cp. 3 Antitoxin. 2 Holy water.

Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her chestnut hair is thinning but still full. She has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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. Sumnes was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Sumnes decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Alchemist’s fire.