Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She prefers to wear tan clothing when she does not wear armor. Her brown hair is wavy and long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Caelynn isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Caelynn was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Hourglass. 1 Simple lock.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fletcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time, marred by teas. Her chestnut hair is still thick. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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 has achieved small success as a Unemployed.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has brass crest. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

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 receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Maagog was born with his father's beautiful face. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longsword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Varis isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 80 gp.