Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a white shirt, with a blue mid length skirt with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and marry her sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His hair is long and white with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Immeral is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Immeral took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp. Star ruby (500 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp).

Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She wears a violet costume with the symbols of death on her torso. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She keeps her long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Military, Criminal record. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Small steel mirror.