Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her hair is short and black. Her white eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born in a small desert village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Orianna took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor she uses now. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to protect her home

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 Elf in existence. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: Malachite (11 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Rose (20 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This western man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. His golden hair is lengthy. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Thamior's homeland. Thamior decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his golden hair up. He wears a mask on his face.

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 Dwarf in existence. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born in a small forest village. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Silver holy symbol. 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.