Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears tattered old clothes. Her black hair is thinning but still full. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Helen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor she uses now. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears tattered old clothes. She carries with her a set of ceremonial daggers on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Geva studied abroad. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She became a Map Maker soon after.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'1" and muscular, this western man wears a worn and beaten armor. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born into a rich family. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Server. He has worked as a Server like his father before him.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Citrine (80 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp).

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Millicent took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor she uses now. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Terse, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 300 gp.