Description: She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. She has moderate length red fur. Her eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: She acts crazy and hedonistic. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Sun was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Server

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 70 gp. Jade (100 gp).

Description: An older woman who likes to wear yellow tank tops with tan skirt, she is not a threatening figure. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. She has blue eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Phann will drive conversation. She is fiercely devoted to her father, and views her father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-brother.

History: Gifted from a young age, Phann studied abroad. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to her current location. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Body Guard they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Weaver, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Body Guard; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 sp. Rose (50 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. She sports white long hair. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. 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: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This woman wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with red colored cloaks and clothing. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her red hair is long and unkept. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.