Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her blue hair is greasy and uncared for. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Makaria was born the youngest of three triplets. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and regain custody of her daughter

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He carries with him a set of scythes on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tiefling companion (his 'brother'). He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: She wears a white shirt, with a green mid length skirt with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She carries with her a set of shields, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 36. 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. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft pastel waves gently in the breeze. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His silver eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 4'0" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Marastyr embodies much of what other species detest in the Dwarves. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Marastyr took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.