Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a black vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her black boots flare out at the collars. Her red hair is still thick. Her gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. 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 the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Tagga was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Tagga was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and she desires to right it.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Religious, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a black coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon her head. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her purple hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. She has gleaming, smiling white eyes.

Personality: She acts crazy and hedonistic. 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, Phelaia is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when goblins swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Barrister hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a grey scarf. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Broce was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, 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 Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.