Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her fur is cut close to her head. She has hazel eyes and a brown hat with a white feather.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She struck the Soapmaker job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her hair is golden and very short. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: Lezre hails from a village terrorized by illithids. In her 16th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: To be a Fletcher again; and she's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Family, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 6'3", this man wears a simple white robe with brown stripes complete with hood. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Ronk is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Ronk lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Through the years after Ronk was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Ronk's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 500 gp. Peridot (30 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a green scarf. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.