Description: This woman wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. One day when Thiala was young, her father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly her father dropped to the ground dead. Her father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Thiala was heart-stricken from the event, and her mother started working long hours to provde for them. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 70 pp. 1 Healer’s kit.

Description: She is a husky woman, who is wearing a long, brown cloak. Her yellow fur is greasy and uncared for. She has copper eyes.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive, Fearful. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. She wears a grey shirt, with a pastel mid length skirt with pastel tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, marred by sweets. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: She got into the Fletcher business at a young age. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by orcs. Therlin was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. She has wavy black hair. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. 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: She is greedy; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Nutae liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Minor magic item.