Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her black hair is well kept. Her eyes are brown.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She comes from a rich southern family. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. His skin is flawless and his gold eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Amnon hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. 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: He got into the Performer business at a young age. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Amnon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Performer responsibilities is difficult; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 600 sp. Brown-green garnet (40 gp).

Description: A 5'0" eastern man, he wears a violet coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a broad hat upon his head. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Pink pearl (130 gp).

Description: 6'2" and muscular, this southern woman wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her white fur, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes are blue and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again; and balancing her hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.