Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around her neck, and a quarterstaff on her belt. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. 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. Beatrice fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is in excellent shape and wears a red shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and white pants. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length auburn hair. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Stacee was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She was granted martial powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 5000 cp. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is wearing a long, tan cloak, and is pretty ugly. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and doesn't want to be a bounty hunter and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 40 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (110 gp).

Description: An older man who has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is cut short. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Kilvar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to be a gardener again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Mentor, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.