Description: She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. She carries with her a set of morningstars, each one with a opal on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: Tatyan lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the east for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mason and was forced into it by her family; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. She has moderate length brown hair. She has a dull look in her hazel eyes.

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. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Brewer arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever she goes.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants her loneliness to end

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts and is in decent physical shape. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Shane hails from a village terrorized by brigands. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 south. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thorpe 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 he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Guard

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 500 sp. Alexandrite (200 gp).

Description: He wears a grey wide-brimmed hat and grey clothes. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor, Debt, In love. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.