Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. She has shaved her head bald. Her amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist, Optimist. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 120 gp. Brown-green garnet (70 gp).

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her orange fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. After coming to the age of reason, Sweet took it upon herself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. Her scarlet crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Gifted from a young age, Havilar studied abroad. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Havilar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor she uses now. She has never given up on her music dream.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Gifted, Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp).