Description: This northern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide her balding. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was raised in a island tribe. Her mother took her hunting and taught her how to get in the mind of other creatures. She bought a dagger and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He wears baggy green pantaloons and a white scarf. He is physically well-built. His red crest is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the south to a Herbalist, Donaar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Adventurer they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Herbalist, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Job, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He stands about 4'8" and prefers to wear flannel. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears his chestnut hair up. He has blue eyes and a blue hat with a black feather.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He likes to wear tan tank tops with green pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is greedy; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.