Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her shortbow with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. Her eyes are likewise brown. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Fisher. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Sarah was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. A gifted student she started as a Crown-heir, but she got bored and became a Fisher. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Pink pearl (130 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'8" and wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His golden hair is lengthy. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Passionate, Entrepeneur, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull black iron scale mail. Her black hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are blue and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Body Guard

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

Possessions: 3000 cp. Obsidian (13 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty yellow coat over it. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mercenary profession.

History: Born in the north to a Interpreter, Anselm learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Interpreter responsibilities is difficult; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.