Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her white eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born into a rich family. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears long strands of amethyst and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is physically well-built. His dark red hair is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Sammal wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Paladin, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He bought a warhammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 30 gp. Red spinel (140 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, and is pretty ugly. He wears his brown hair down. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Aelar will drive conversation. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Aelar was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants; and revenge

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 60 pp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.