Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. Her blonde hair is heavily combed to the right. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: Gifted from a young age, Geva studied abroad. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is renowned for her bright blue dresses and hats. She is physically well-built. She has moderate length auburn hair. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Oriel lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends.

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2000 sp. Aquamarine (200 gp). Star ruby (800 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp). Citrine (50 gp).

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: John hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'0". He is well dressed, constantly wearing a red suit, black shirt, and tan tie, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bow. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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: Born in the south to a Stylist, Wymar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Stylist.

Motivation: He is content; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 600 gp.