Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her yellow fur is greasy and uncared for. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Great took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. She tends to her Healer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 200 gp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His bronze crest is unkempt and raggedy. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his top black hat.

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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hirrathak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a falchion on his belt. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Nicholas grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. 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: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 6'7" and likes to wear green tank tops with brown pants. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has no crest. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Spy for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His hair is red and curly. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Hork was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shoemaker.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and balancing his hectic life and new shoemaker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Half-Plate.