Description: This late middle aged woman wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment and is in decent physical shape. Her red hair is matted, messy, and big. Her silver eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: Shava was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Through the years after Shava was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Shava's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She has achieved small success as a Weaver.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Weaver responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is typically in his Navigator uniform. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Navigator for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Navigator responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Religious, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Backpack.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a blue costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. His hair is white and very short. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His childhood dream was to be a Brewer, but he was a colossal failure. He became a Adventurer soon after.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

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

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Wrenn wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Soapmaker business.

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. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Disciplined, Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears a worn and beaten armor. Her black hair is thinning but still full. Her blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. During her travels, Tervaround and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Tervaround discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Tervaround fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp.