Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 2'11" and wears a red shirt, with a black mid length skirt with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Half-Orc culture. Philomena enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Philomena took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a armorer again

Flaws: Racist, Hedonist, Secretive. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She very much looks the part of a Unemployed. Her long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Unemployed for hire.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she wants revenge against brigands

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1300 gp. Tourmaline (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 6'8" and wears a fancy green suit. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his bronze crest up. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Direcris liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is auburn, silky, and of moderate length. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. A true patriot, Thamior would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 30 gp.