Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She wears a green armored body suit, with a simple red line shooting up and back down. Her chestnut hair is knotted and matted. Her half smiles and white eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She hates Tieflings with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.

History: Pyra lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her first spouse was a Crown-heir, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and regain custody of her son

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: She is wearing a long, brown cloak. Her brown hair is lengthy. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small violet hat.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This northern woman is abnormally tall. She wears just a black suit. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her silver hair is greasy and uncared for. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady brown eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. Her druidic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand her business; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.