Description: She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. She is physically well-built. Her chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed tan hat.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Roofer they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Bather, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and wants to raise her children well

Flaws: Mundane, Forgetful, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 19000 cp.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a brown shirt, with a green mid length skirt with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her black hair is cut short. Her amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. She dropped out of school to support her sick mother, and resented it. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Shoemaker and was forced into it by her family.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Logical. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 600 sp. Rhodochrosite (15 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Hamil enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Hamil was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Hedonist, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His dark red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Sensitive, Hedonist, Disease. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 gp.