Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her hair is brown and curly. Her fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 600 gp. Zircon (20 gp). 1 Breastplate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look, and carries kukris. She keeps her red crest in a flapper bob. Her gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Bricklayer but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and she wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Pacifist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is wearing a long, black cloak. Her golden hair is smooth and relatively long. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 92. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She disdains her fellow easterners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the east her family was never financially stable. Lezre was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Lezre decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Barber

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Good lock.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a red top hat and red clothes. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the east, 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 east 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. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Marshal they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Mortician, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).