40something warehouse owner with drinking and money problems, transformed by a curse into a werewolf in his late 30s. was so terrified of the experience that he became a control freak after getting his mind back. is now a mercenary with extra body hair and hates being in situations where his enhanced senses are useful.

undead dwarf (of the fantasy hihohiho variety) necromancer-vampire. surprisingly polite and cheerful, in her own absentminded way. she enjoys sheep cheese, microcline, the unholy screams of the damned, and cows for their haunting moos. she absolutely detests flies. a short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry. she needs alcohol to get through the working day, and grumbles only mildly at inclement weather.

youngish proto-elf that up and left her violently xenophobic and heavily patriarchal people for a neighboring and slightly nicer settlement. still xenophobic, but less prone to violence than she is just robbing someone for kicks. likes taking potshots at people, telling (awful) stories, and riling other people up. is good with animals. needs to be taken down a peg or five.