Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she wears a robe, a symbol of magic around her neck, and a nunchaku on her belt. Her blue hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: Ishte is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears professional attire. She has styled her blonde hair well, parting it to the right. Her gray eyes peer out from beneath her deerstalker white hat.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Cora lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Family. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are violet.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is very protective of her business, her home, and her spouse. She is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: She was born in the west. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3 Smokesticks.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses like a well dressed Tailor does. He keeps his blue hair in a pixie cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Herbalist profession.

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 was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Tailor for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.