Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her black fur has been sun bleached extensively. This green eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Fortune-teller but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: Leaf was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. In her 14th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She tends to her Fortune-teller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her red robe. She wears her white hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: Nurkara was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. 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: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He wears a yellow tunic with blue highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Farmer; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'5". He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his rapier. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. His silver eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Pelaios was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 60 gp.