Description: Her right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears a black armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. She wears a deerstalker hat to cover her moderate length scarlet crest. 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 runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 9000 sp. Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her red hair is lengthy. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She was born in the south. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her spear, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. Her blonde hair is heavily combed to the left. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. Zagga enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Zagga has worked very hard to control her curse. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and to end her boredom

Flaws: Cynical, Hedonist, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has styled her white hair well, parting it to the right. Her hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is a Bounty Hunter first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: When she was but 6 years old her parents immigrated from the east. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She became a Bounty Hunter soon after.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing her hectic life and new bounty hunter responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Disease, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.