Description: This woman wears dark leathers with embroidery, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her black hair is well kept. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: She is a pot bellied northern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. Her hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She hates Humans with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Human activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Human doctor. She has never given up on her music dream.

Motivation: Human compassion.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Shy. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Old masterpiece painting (1300 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1300 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He has blonde hair. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: Roger speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fisher.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his falchion. His auburn hair is greasy and uncared for. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Bowyer who has hired him part-time. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Wymar was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: He's in love; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.