Description: She wears a simple tan robe with brown stripes complete with hood. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly warhammers and scimitars. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Being a Cartwright kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She usually wears her blue robe and has her mace always slung over her shoulder. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

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. The war was a terrible time for her, and Buvvie does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. When Buvvie reached her early adolescence her Gnome father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Buvvie fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 12000 sp. Fire opal (1600 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stylist. His hair is auburn and curly. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Dorn learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Stylist and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 260 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate, and he perpetually has his greataxe ready. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mayor who has hired him part-time. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Painter. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, In love. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 gp. Hematite (14 gp).

Description: She wears pastel trousers with white and grey striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'3" when asserting herself. Her fur is cinnamon and very short. She wears large thick round spectacles.

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. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Her psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. 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: She's repulsed by the PC; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 6000 gp. Alexandrite (200 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Jade (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp).

Description: He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a tan coat with black slacks. He carries a battered glaive and tarnished ceremonial dagger as well. His long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 gp.