Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fletcher born in the past three hundred years. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Fletcher. He struck the Fletcher job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Silk rope.

Description: She is a pot bellied southern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her black hair is still thick. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She has all her life been fascinated with music.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: An older woman who wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, she is not a threatening figure. Her gray fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Drifting has worked very hard to control her curse. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing white cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Bucklal embodies much of what other species detest in the Halflings. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Spice Merchant profession.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tiefling companion (his 'brother'). He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.