Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She is dressed in an above average manner. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She keeps her blonde hair in a pixie cut. Her gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She has all her life been fascinated with singing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tippletoe grew up listening to her father's many stories. 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 drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 160 gp. Deep green spinel (90 gp).

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She keeps her brown hair in a flapper bob. Her eyes are white and beady.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the south were limited. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Rogue who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Crown-heir; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His crest is copper and curly. He has red eyes and a green hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Crown-heir work with an outfit from a few towns over. Crown-heir work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a marshal again

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.