Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her falchion with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. She keeps her brass crest in a flapper bob. Her eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She works hard and plays hard.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Blendaeth took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, In love, Criminal record. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 18000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears suspenders and black workpants. Her shirt is red, and she wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. She keeps her black crest in a flapper bob. Her red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. 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. One day when Akra was young, her father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly her father dropped to the ground dead. Her father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Akra was heart-stricken from the event, and her mother started working long hours to provde for them. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Akra was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: Sard (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp).

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. She has a long brown ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her eyes are gray and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Joan is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Dilettante profession.

History: She got into the Performer business at a young age. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1800 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp).

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in the south to a Apothecary, Dreali learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Dreali was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Dreali decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He became a Apothecary soon after.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 50 pp.