Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are violet.

Personality: Blossom hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her dancing career. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Blossom is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her father. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 80 gp. Eye agate (15 gp).

Description: She wears professional attire. Her brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are likewise amber. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Jelenneth took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor she uses now. 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. Jelenneth 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; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a mite stocky and is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her hair is long and brown with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small blue clips. Her gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Ulla is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Roofer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: This man is very fat, and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Beiro was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Glassblower. 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 need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is white and very short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. Wymar enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Wymar was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 140 gp.