Description: She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. She has wavy red hair. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. 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, Tawar is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Tawar lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. After a long history of fighting, Tawar and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. Her white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

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 invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Engraver arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 120 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears skinny pants and wears a white and pastel robe with the hood down. Her hair is long and golden with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small white clips. Her fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Merla hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her painting career. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Merla lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Marry her brother to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 3000 cp. Azurite (8 gp).

Description: She wears a blue vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her blue boots flare out at the collars. She is physically well-built. She is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around her ears. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and she is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Selfish, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 6000 cp.