Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is typically in her Roofer uniform. Her red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. She is baby faced.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: She was born at the edge of vast forest. She found a children's book about a Half-Elf Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'1". He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and his gloved hand is found clutching a halberd. His fur, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. His copper eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Job, Family. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a blue coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon his head. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Namfoodle was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mayor. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mason who has hired him part-time. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Magnifying glass.