Description: This woman wears a blue tunic with yellow highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around her shoes, and sports empty pouches on her belt. She has wavy blonde hair. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Callybon was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: To be a Fortune-teller again; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 600 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Unemployed who has hired him part-time. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp).

Description: An older woman who tends to wear a blue poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt, she is not a threatening figure. Sporting a blonde mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Her psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Roywyn took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor she uses now. She was granted psionic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 5'7", this man wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. His gray fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 12. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Ploughman.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Bloodstone (30 gp).