Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat, and is pretty ugly. He keeps his gray fur in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A true patriot, Pelt would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Pelt was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pelt fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She keeps her long dark red hair kept up in a rat tail. Her half smiles and red eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She has achieved small success as a Shoemaker.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She prefers to wear white clothing when she does not wear armor. Her red hair, when down, is lengthy. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. She is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by her family; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: She typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. She carries with her a set of shortbows on her belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. Her blonde hair is well kept. She has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 10. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.