Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 6'3". She wears bulky white painted plate armor, and her gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. She wears her black hair down. Her gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: She was born into a rich family. Ubada was born on a far eastern mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Detective. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ubada fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is greedy.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Detective

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears an entirely blue suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Bowyer again; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed, Fearful, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Onyx (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp).

Description: Standing 3'2", this man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Purban is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 110 pp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His yellow eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson pastel hat.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 87. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He struck the Stylist job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1600 gp.