Description: This woman tends to wear a large tan jacket. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her long black hair reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. She has all her life been fascinated with painting.

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. 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. In the meantime she has taken over work as a Barber and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 46000 sp. Fire opal (400 gp). Obsidian (7 gp).

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears skinny pants and wears a tan and yellow robe with the hood down. Her brown hair is wavy and long. Her violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is mildly Elf supremacist, though she does not identify as such. 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, Vaina is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east to a Hunter, Vaina learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She's also a talented Locksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears a green wide-brimmed hat and green clothes. Her dark red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. In her youth she was a Bather, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist, PTSD. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mason born in the past three hundred years. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 800 gp.