Description: She has a missing right leg. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull brown iron scale mail. Her red hair is long and unkept. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Naivara was born the youngest of three triplets. Her first spouse was a Shipwright, 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 Shipwright they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Spice Merchant, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Half-Elven compassion.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He prefers to wear flannel. He has moderate length golden hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and tan handkerchief worn on his left side, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Adran lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Knight, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

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

Possessions: Just what you see.