Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. She has no hair. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. Her mother worked until she suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. She had to support her now crippled mother and took her mother's old job. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Family, Military, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: This southern woman is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a yellow top hat and yellow clothes, marred by teas. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is long and red with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. After months of barely getting by, Riardon managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Banded mail.