Description: This tall, slender woman is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. With bright auburn hair. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: She is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. She also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: She was born at the edge of vast island. Rohesia liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She dresses like a well dressed Layabout does. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Reddlepop embodies much of what other species detest in the Gnomes. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born in the west to a Layabout, Reddlepop learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Layabout. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and to be a spice merchant again

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 600 sp. Silver pearl (120 gp).

Description: She wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her red hair is still thick. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: A powerful wizard made her what she is. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her copper crest is matted, messy, and big. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: She was born into a rich family. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Sellsword. She's also a talented Priest, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.