Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull grey iron scale mail. She carries with her a set of nunchakus on her belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. Her head has been shaved. Her eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 51. 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 invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Gifted from a young age, Enna studied abroad. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a black and red handkerchief worn on his right side, and carries scimitars. He has no crest. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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. Valorean fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 sp. Jet (40 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times and is in decent physical shape. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Riardon has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: She has a large pastel mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her brown robe, and carries longbows. She wears her red fur down. Her eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She is obsessed with her god.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Body Guard.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to protect her home

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Religious, Guardian. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.