Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull green iron scale mail. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Rimple 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. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Opinionated, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. The war was a terrible time for her, and Drusilia does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Drusilia took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and retire the richest woman in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, she wears a violet shirt, with a white mid length skirt with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. Her deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Sybil is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Her parents enrolled her in a Ranger school at a young age so that she could practice her divine talents. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Gifted, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she is renowned for her bright yellow dresses and hats. Her black hair is braided into rings. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Stylist but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: The child of a Farmer, who enjoyed hunting, Tiaathque was taken on many hunting expeditions. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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. Tiaathque took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortspear and armor she uses now. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by her family.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 140 gp.