Description: She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Buvvie grew up listening to her mother's many stories. 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. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Joker, Extrovert. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 100 sp. Rose (80 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has blue eyes and a grey hat with a blue feather.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the north. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dwarven conditions. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs.

Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. Her long bronze crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 7000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. His silver eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson black hat.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Spy

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is dressed in earthy colors with a yellow and blue handkerchief worn on his right side. His blonde hair is knotted and matted. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical, Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 100 gp.