Description: A 5'4" southern woman, she is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She wears her white hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Vicky grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Vicky. She has recently attracted an admirer that believes she's playing hard to get.

Motivation: She's in love; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 cp. Coral (50 gp).

Description: She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her long red hair reaches down to her waist. Her brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Dalaba was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his greatsword. He sports a flattop hair cut. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in the north to a Priest, Thamior learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Being a Priest kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His red fur is smooth and relatively long. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. 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: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Nature, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 Sculptor. He tends to his Sculptor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and balancing his hectic life and new sculptor responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 100 sp. Carnelian (60 gp).