Description: She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants, and carries greataxes. Her white hair is thinning but still full. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Hugolina was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her druidic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: She wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, grey cloak. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and balancing his hectic life and new merchant responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a green collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His brown hair is long and unkept. He has a dull look in his black eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tieflings became a terror of the countryside. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Crown-heir responsibilities is difficult; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 cp.