Description: She prefers to wear flannel. She carries a battered sickle and tarnished spear as well. Her hair is white and curly. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A freak accident while working with her Engraver mother left her crippled. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stylist.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest woman in the west

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: Kyle is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in the south to a Laborer, Kyle learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He struck the Laborer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Gerard was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Family, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears long strands of opal and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Gerard was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He struck the Mortician job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.