Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Sporting a red mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She hates Humans with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Avelina was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Avelina liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mercenary.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mercenary and was forced into it by her family; and to reunite with her absent father

Flaws: Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 130 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

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 just a brown suit. Her auburn hair is braided into rings. Her eyes are green and catlike.

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 disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born into a rich family. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears bulky grey painted plate armor, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His ears are large.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Everard hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Locksmith for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 80 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His long white crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Arjhan was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Miner. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 110 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He stands about 6'6" and wears a fancy green suit. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his rusty crest down. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Direcris lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mercenary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mercenary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Mercenary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 sp.