Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available she will default to her trident. With bright white hair. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: Born in the west to a Sculptor, Silaqui learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and balancing her hectic life and new sculptor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 3000 cp. Violet garnet (200 gp).

Description: She is a mite stocky and tends to wear a red poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: She was born at the edge of vast forest. Her druidic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Many brigands want her driven away; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and is pretty ugly. His lavender fur has been sun bleached extensively. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears tattered old clothes. Her golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a Scribe, her father struggled to pay the bills. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Portia 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.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 170 gp.