Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Dilettante. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

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. Her childhood dream was to be a Bellfounder, but she was a colossal failure. She has achieved small success as a Dilettante.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 210 pp. Moss agate (5 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Red-brown spinel (70 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, pastel shirt, and green tie. His brass crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He worked as a nervous Barkeep and found it very stressful. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 18000 cp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (30 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Solid gold idol (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears dull violet sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed flail, just in case. She carries with her a set of flails on her belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length silver hair. She has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: This malnourished woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her bronze crest is braided into rings. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: This woman loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. When Findex reached her early adolescence her Dragonborn father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Iolite (30 gp).