Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His gray fur, when down, is lengthy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Skirt was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears blue trousers with brown and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. He has blonde hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He worked as a nervous Glassblower and found it very stressful. He struck the Glassblower job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a black vest and prefers blue and brown shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She wears a Stetson hat to hide her balding. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: She was born in the east. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A 5'7" northern woman, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing violet cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. She has styled her brown hair well, parting it to the right. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by drow. Sariel was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and obtaining odd cultural half-orc artifacts is her passion

Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length brown fur. 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 witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.