Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. She keeps her red hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. 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 seems to be bored by most things; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, In love, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Superior lock. 1 Good lock.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Fortune-teller business.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Hubert grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 500 gp. Brown-green garnet (100 gp).

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.