Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull tan iron scale mail. Her orange fur is matted, messy, and big. Her amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Moon lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family, Criminal record, Slave. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his club. He is portly but not overly obese. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Paelias hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He takes great joy in being the best Armorer in town.

History: Paelias hails from a village terrorized by giants. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He has worked as a Armorer like his father before him.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His gold crest is braided into rings. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a Fortune-teller first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bookbinder they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Fortune-teller, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He's in love; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is short and black. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mormo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Breastplate.