Description: An older woman who wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), she is not a threatening figure. She wears her brass crest down. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. 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: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Sailor.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1800 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Fire opal (1100 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Jade (50 gp).

Description: He wears an entirely red suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and he perpetually has his longsword ready. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Corkitron was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'9" and muscular, this southern man wears dull black sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shield, just in case. His long dark red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. After coming to the age of reason, Pelaios took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 180 pp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (700 gp). Blue sapphire (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His eyes are white.

Personality: Qemuel hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Layabout. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Roofer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To be a Roofer again; and he is content

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 2000 cp.