Description: She prefers to wear flannel. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly glaives and bows. Her fur is orange and very short. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. 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: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: She is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering her clean studded leather. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She has a very tight haircut. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.

History: Naivara was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Ploughman responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 4'7" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears tattered old clothes. Her moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and revenge

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Marshal born in the past three hundred years. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gifted student he started as a Actor, but he got bored and became a Marshal. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He keeps his silver crest in a flapper bob. This red eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Rivaan hails from a village terrorized by brigands. One day when Rivaan was young, his mother was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his mother dropped to the ground dead. His mother had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Rivaan was heart-stricken from the event, and his father started working long hours to provde for them. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: PTSD, Greedy. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Disguise kit.