Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Her blonde hair is knotted and matted. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Miner. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Emma took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sword and armor she uses now. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Obsidian (7 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp).

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Sporting a golden mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was born into a rich family. Her childhood dream was to be a Knight, but she was a colossal failure. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Expand her business.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 400 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Amber (100 gp). Iolite (20 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. His golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 23. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Diggory was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his left hand. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. 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 is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Born in the east to a Mortician, Percival learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Percival was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mortician responsibilities is difficult; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.