Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her hair is short and auburn. Her green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. While she appears to be a normal Human, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is her passion.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a green coat. She is physically well-built. Her silver hair is matted, messy, and big. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Makaria was born the youngest of three triplets. Her first spouse was a Scribe, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Scribe they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Architect, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants her found

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His ears are large.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Farmer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy blonde stubble. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has a hunchback. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Ruler mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants revenge against brigands

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 500 sp.