Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. She has red hair. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. She also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She was granted arcane powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She is greedy; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 light armors faded through time and improper care. Her hair is black and curly. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: When she was but 5 years old her parents immigrated from the north. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His black eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. Tethren liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: She is a pot bellied eastern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She is typically in her Mortician uniform. Her rusty crest is still thick. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: Megren is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Megren was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She struck the Mortician job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Miller; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and violet handkerchief worn on her left side. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Mardnab is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Mardnab hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and she desires to right it.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 500 gp.