Description: She wears a black armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Her crest is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Born in the west to a Armorer, Findex learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. She worked as a nervous Armorer and found it very stressful. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Armorer for hire.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many grey ritualistic tattoos. She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her top yellow hat.

Personality: She runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and she desires to right it; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Selfish, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged woman dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a black coat with white slacks and is in decent physical shape. Her cinnamon fur is matted, messy, and big. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: The child of a Courier, who enjoyed hunting, Flask was taken on many hunting expeditions. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: This fat eastern woman has a bulbous nose and has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her white robe. Her skin is also unnaturally pale. With bright blonde hair. This gray eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Shanairla was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Armorer. Some 2 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Shanairla never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is still thick. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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, Kilvar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His childhood dream was to be a Server, but he was a colossal failure. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 300 sp.