Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. She wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. Her auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She is obsessed with her god.

History: She was born in the north. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Disease, Addict. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With pastel face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears skinny pants and wears a white and black robe with the hood down. She is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around her ears. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Her parents were killed by brigands in a raid when she was still a young child. The brigands captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. After a long history of fighting, Bilga and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She wants revenge against brigands; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 6000 cp. Smoky quartz (20 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a grey vest and prefers brown and violet shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, marred by sweets. His hair is auburn and curly. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born into a rich family. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he is greedy

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She is dressed in earthy colors with a red and brown handkerchief worn on her right side. Her head has been shaved. Her hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 50 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'1" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He prefers to wear flannel. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Adrik wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Adrik was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Armorer. 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 clean up the streets

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 190 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears bulky grey painted plate armor. Her silver hair is still thick. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: Born to a Miller, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father 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 got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She's in love; and she wants to get laid

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his flail with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a very tight haircut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.