Description: She wears suspenders and red workpants. Her shirt is brown, and she wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. She has slicked back silver hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. The occasional robbery is her preferred attention getting crime, but she mainly uses her means for meeting her own perverse desires.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. Being a Doctor kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Blue quartz (8 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 700 sp. 3 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Smokesticks. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'6" and wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. After coming to the age of reason, Dabbledob took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Job, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His golden hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.