Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her halberd with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. A true patriot, Beatrice would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a Hunter, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Beatrice was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Military, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Malachite (11 gp). White opal (600 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a green coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His brown hair is cut short. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Balimaar studied abroad. His first spouse was a Dilettante, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Servant

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

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and pastel robe with the hood down. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has violet eyes and a brown hat with a pastel feather.

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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Just what you see.