Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has moderate length golden hair. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Mortician but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist, Impeccable. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a brown shirt, with a red mid length skirt with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She keeps her long white hair kept up in a rat tail. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: Bolhild was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Expand her business.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 30 gp. A small bag of saffron. (100 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he has a large violet mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When Geoffrey reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: To unite with his sister.

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. Her crest is silver and curly. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her first spouse was a Mayor, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.