Description: An older woman who wears white painted combat armor at almost all times, she is not a threatening figure. She has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: Jillian was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Unemployed hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She worked as a nervous Soapmaker and found it very stressful. She became a Soapmaker soon after.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and to be a blacksmith again

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available he will default to his glaive. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is an amazing painter.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Thradal was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears long strands of emerald and short red dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. He takes great joy in being the best Ruler in town.

History: Born in the north to a Ruler, Ulblyn learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. In his youth he was a Sellsword, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp.