Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her golden hair is braided into rings. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed tan hat.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Yebe will drive conversation. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She tends to her Doctor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Extrovert, Joker. Bonds: Military, Job, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He keeps his orange fur in a flapper bob. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are blue.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Raer's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Raer abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she is dressed in an above average manner. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Guard arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. 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: She is greedy; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Professionalism, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 400 sp.