Description: With violet face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Fallond was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 700 sp. Star rose quartz (40 gp). 1 Superior lock.

Description: She wears just a brown suit. She is portly but not overly obese. She has wavy white hair. Her ears are large.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 Barber. She has achieved small success as a Barber.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'0". She wears a grey shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and black pants, and her gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. Her long white hair reaches down to her waist. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady green eyes.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 sp. Eye agate (14 gp).

Description: She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Masseuse. Her red fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are yellow.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. In her 17th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother 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. After a long history of fighting, Sun and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To be a Dyer again; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.