Description: An older woman who wears skinny pants and wears a black and brown robe with the hood down, she is not a threatening figure. She keeps her black crest in a flapper bob. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sword.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This malnourished woman is renowned for her bright red dresses and hats. Her silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Trym was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world.

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. His dark red hair is heavily combed to the left. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Orc companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Gormogord's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He got into the Roofer business at a young age. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He tends to his Roofer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Job. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 270 gp.