Description: She wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around her neck, and a warhammer on her belt. She carries with her a set of warhammers, each one with a amber on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has shaved her head bald. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. 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: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly bastard swords and pickaxes. She has a very tight haircut. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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 has worked as a Map Maker like her father before her.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 700 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). Hematite (11 gp). Citrine (20 gp).

Description: He wears a green collared shirt and black pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born in the south. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the south, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying south to reunite his family. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: In love, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. He carries with him a set of swords on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Aramil was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and doesn't want to be a slave trader and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Family, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 100 pp.