Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a hammer on her belt. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Priest. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Priest for hire.

Motivation: She possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 600 gp. Citrine (80 gp). Jade (130 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is an amazing painter.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He worked as a nervous Crown-heir and found it very stressful. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Job, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: Banded agate (6 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. He has dyed his greying bronze crest a little too much giving a sharp bronze color. He is baby faced.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Tailor. 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, Donaar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Tailor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Tailor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Donaar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 7000 sp. Star rose quartz (70 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Jade (80 gp).

Description: An older man who very much looks the part of a Marshal, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is short and silver. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Guardian, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 40 pp.