Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She tends to wear a grey poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her hair is auburn and curly. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. Being a Weaver kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He usually wears his black robe and has his monstrous two handed axe always slung over his shoulder. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Ûkbûk lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker. Bonds: Religious, Family, Slave. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This dark-skinned male is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Drogo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. 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: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Debt. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. She wears her beige fur up. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Harvest took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 sp.