Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Elf, and stands approximately 5'6". She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with yellow lining and desert motifs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a quarterstaff. Her hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. Her eyes are brown and catlike.

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 will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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 recently attracted an admirer that believes she's playing hard to get.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it, and carries shortbows. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his greatsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He struck the Armorer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Armorer responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with yellow colored cloaks and clothing. He is an epitome of beauty. He has moderate length brown hair. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Reynard was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Apothecary. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 50 gp.