Description: Runty and weak-looking, she typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. Her chestnut hair is still thick. Her gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Bookbinder profession.

History: Millicent was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Millicent abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has dedicated herself to building a better village for her children.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He tends to wear a large yellow jacket. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is baby faced.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Tim will drive conversation. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Tim took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Sculptor they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Herbalist, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp. Blue quartz (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. After a long history of fighting, Trey and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to reunite with his absent father

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Robert does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 400 gp.