Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. Her skin is flawless and her hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She is obsessed with her god.

History: Gifted from a young age, Left-Handed studied abroad. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she prefers to wear flannel. Her silver hair, when down, is lengthy. Her gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Bricklayer they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Knight, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Family, Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a violet coat. She has slicked back chestnut hair. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Naivara isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Her arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. Some 7 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Naivara never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. 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: Balancing his hectic life and new Animal Trainer responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Rich, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.