Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her hazel eyes peer out from beneath her deerstalker black hat.

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 never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Weaver. She has done her best to style her silver hair to look like a famous performer. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Unvera was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Unvera fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 270 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: This woman wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her quarterstaff with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her lavender fur is heavily combed to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with poetry. She constantly tries to fill her life with poetry. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has never given up on her poetry dream.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This northern man is typically in his Herbalist uniform. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Gimble was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Herbalist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Herbalist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

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

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 46000 sp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'5" and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. 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 Apothecary. He tends to his Apothecary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 9000 cp.