Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears a fancy tan dress. Sporting a brown mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, In love, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: She is an average looking eastern female in her early mid-life. She dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. Her hair is cut close to her head. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Joan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While she appears to be a normal Human, 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. In the meantime she has taken over work as a Fletcher and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and to reunite with her old friends

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 sp. Sard (80 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This woman stands a little under 3'10" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a grey collared shirt and black skirt. She accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her hair is long and white with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small grey clips. Her eyes are blue and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Diesa hails from a village terrorized by brigands. Diesa was born on a far southern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Scribe. She struck the Scribe job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to clean up the streets

Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Enemies, Guardian. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: She stands about 3'3" and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her greataxe with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her silver hair is cut short. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 27. 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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. She has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. She has never given up on her painting dream.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.