Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears dark leathers with embroidery. Sporting a chestnut mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Mortician. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Her necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Black opal (400 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 5'0" and dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. She keeps her long white hair kept up in a rat tail. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ahlyssa fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and marry her brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Herbalist. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: She would like to get married and retire; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Blue sapphire (700 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Iolite (60 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Reynard took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Reynard and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.