Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and she perpetually has her longbow ready. Her black hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Quillathe has worked very hard to control her curse. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His long blue hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: Silver pearl (110 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mûzglob grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Mûzglob was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Mûzglob decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'6". He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. His copper crest is braided into rings. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. One day when Shedinn was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Shedinn was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 sp.