Description: She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Her fur is yellow and curly. Her green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Lone was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Lone was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Lone's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has wavy white fur. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with writing. She constantly tries to fill her life with writing. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She has never given up on her writing dream.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: He likes to wear white tank tops with black pants, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'6" when asserting himself. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has brown eyes and a white hat with a black feather.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 200 sp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, brown shirt, and violet tie. His crest is rusty and curly. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the south to a Bowyer, Greethen learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bowyer.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, In love, Religious. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Just what you see.