Description: This woman wears a grey shirt, with a yellow mid length skirt with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on her left hand. She has a long auburn ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Stylist born in the past three hundred years. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1200 sp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy orange fur. She typically wears pastel cloth garments or leather armor. She has a hunchback. Her orange fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her copper eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed pastel hat.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She was raised in a desert tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Fragrant took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor she uses now. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 110 gp. Lapis lazuli (6 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. He has wavy green crest. He has red eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Srorthen abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature monstrous two handed axe.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Crampernap was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Sellsword. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 40 pp. 2 Smokesticks.