Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a flail on his belt. He has a very tight haircut. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He worked as a nervous Bookbinder and found it very stressful. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: She wears skinny pants and wears a brown and green robe with the hood down. She carries with her a set of hammers on her belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her broad brown hat.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 300 gp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Chrysoberyl (50 gp).

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Miles was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished woman sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her white hair is matted, messy, and big. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Juliana is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Humans became a terror of the countryside. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She is content; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.