Description: This younger middle-aged woman is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and blue handkerchief worn on her left side, and a wedding ring on her left hand. Her red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are amber.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: In love, Criminal record. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt.

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for her, and Hadwisa does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Seamstress arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Hadwisa was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: She wears a grey tunic with blue highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around her shoes. She wears her black hair down. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the west to a Jeweler, Margery learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She has taken up work as a Jeweler and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and expand her business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Emotional, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears professional attire. She has shaved her head bald. She is baby faced.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Gifted from a young age, Emen studied abroad. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the west were limited. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 800 gp. 2 Acid flasks. 1 Thunderstones. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a longsword, but if one is not available he will default to his hammer. His chestnut hair is still thick. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Dreali lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Dreali was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sailor. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Has a crush, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 gp.