Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her cinnamon fur is lengthy. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 37. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. The war was a terrible time for her, and Smoking does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her long white hair reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are green.

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. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical, Insane, Antagonistic, PTSD. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 50 pp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (60 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed mace, just in case. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has shaved his head bald. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 100 gp. Jet (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Standing 5'8", this man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He takes great joy in being the best Architect in town.

History: Born in the east to a Architect, Balimaar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. As a young child he wandered into the woods despite his father's warnings against it. Afterwards he claimed he had encountered orcs who tried to eat his hand. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Architect and was forced into it by his family; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 20 pp. A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp).

Description: 4'3" and muscular, this eastern man wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 44. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Deep green spinel (60 gp).