Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. She keeps her golden hair in a flapper bob. Her brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Dariff was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 170 gp.

Description: A 5'8" southern man, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His black eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1200 gp. Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp).

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His blue hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and carries pickaxes. His silver hair is cut short. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Frederick took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 20000 cp.