Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His hair is golden and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a glassblower again

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This younger middle-aged woman is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time, and a wedding ring on her left hand. Her hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. Through the years after Callie was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Callie's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She wears tattered old clothes, and carries longbows. Her golden hair is braided into rings. She has blue eyes and a white hat with a tan feather.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Stacee was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She has worked as a Beggar like her father before her.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Scribe, and is pretty ugly. Her golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady gray eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Cora is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Crown-heir, who enjoyed hunting, Cora was taken on many hunting expeditions. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.