Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her bastard sword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She is an epitome of beauty. Her blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Portia took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor she uses now. After a long history of fighting, Portia and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 40 pp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears dull blue sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed scimitar, just in case. She has moderate length white hair. Her eyes are blue and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Caelynn was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. She always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears brown trousers with pastel and tan striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts. Her brown hair is knotted and matted. She has violet eyes.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: Juliana was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Morkral was born the youngest of three triplets. His first spouse was a Miller, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Chain shirt.