Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. She wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around her neck, and a bastard sword on her belt. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her golden hair is matted, messy, and big. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Server born in the past three hundred years. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: Standing 5'2", this man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His lavender fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Sun was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2 Holy water.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Barakas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Through the years after Barakas was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Barakas's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 190 gp. Rich purple corundum (500 gp). Azurite (15 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Wymar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a shipwright and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Family, Nature. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 cp. Blue quartz (4 gp). 3 Smokesticks.