Description: An older woman who is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured, she is not a threatening figure. She keeps her long gray fur kept up in a rat tail. She has green eyes.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. A freak accident while working with her Brewer mother left her crippled. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1000 sp. Azurite (15 gp). Banded agate (15 gp).

Description: She stands about 5'4" and wears baggy tan pantaloons and a pastel scarf. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She has wavy brown hair. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She comes from a rich eastern family. After coming to the age of reason, Tiaathque took it upon herself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1900 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a blue shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is cut close to his head. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 2 years.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and to be a locksmith again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Debt. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1100 sp.

Description: This malnourished man wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a crossbow on his belt. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are red.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Merihim embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Through the years after Merihim was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Merihim's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Merihim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.