Description: An older woman who does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it, she is not a threatening figure. She has shaved her head bald. Her eyes are green.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. The war was a terrible time for her, and Rosalind does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. Her first spouse was a Mortician, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She stands about 6'4" and usually wears her white robe and has her hand crossbow always slung over her shoulder. Her right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her long auburn hair reaches down to her waist. 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 is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Moss agate (9 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a blue tunic with grey highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His tied-back hair is black. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Alvyn does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When Alvyn reached his early adolescence his Gnome father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This malnourished man is well dressed, constantly wearing a red suit, brown shirt, and black tie. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Corkitron wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born in the east. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new mayor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Breastplate.