Description: She wears a tan tunic with green highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around her shoes. She carries with her a set of flails on her belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. Her silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She is baby faced.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 200 sp. Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She is lean but muscular and wears a green shirt, with a yellow mid length skirt with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She has scarlet crest. Her gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Hillanot 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 is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: Hillanot was born the youngest of three triplets. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She bought a pickaxe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, violet shirt, and green tie. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His ears are large.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is golden and curly. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: Oskar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Commoner, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Extrovert. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.