Description: She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She is physically well-built. Her purple hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. She has black eyes.

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. A friendly and beautiful Tiefling, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Bookbinder for the past few years.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has moderate length white hair. Her half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Verna fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She has done her best to style her yellow fur to look like a famous performer. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her copper eyes.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Spring was born the youngest of three triplets. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His lavender fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Tricking took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature, In love, Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1500 sp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longsword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He got into the Miner business at a young age. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Miner. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 80 gp. Iolite (70 gp).