Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her falchion with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her falchion, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. She has a very tight haircut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: When she was but 3 years old her parents immigrated from the east. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Silgre took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Aelar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He found a children's book about a Elf Bard who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He's in love; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 140 gp. 3 Thunderstones.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses in blue turtlenecks beneath a red coat with blue slacks. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. 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 nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears his auburn hair up. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. One day when Stannor 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. Stannor was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 200 sp.