Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She is typically in her Barber uniform. Her crest is cut close to her head. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: Burana is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Barber business.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature dagger.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His blue hair is greasy and uncared for. His silver eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and doesn't want to be a shoemaker and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 30 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (20 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her pickaxe with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She has wavy blonde hair. Her fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Andry wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warrior, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She is an amazing painter.

History: Born in the east her family was never financially stable. Her parents enrolled her in a Warrior school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Many dire rats want her driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She has shaved her head bald. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.