Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears a pastel vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her pastel boots flare out at the collars. Her red fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her yellow eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: She got into the Butcher business at a young age. She worked as a nervous Butcher and found it very stressful. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Butcher.

Motivation: She's in love; and expand her business

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears violet trousers with pastel and red striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears his black hair up. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Wymar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is greedy

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He is a mite stocky 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 a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has worked as a Navigator like his father before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new navigator responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Military, Nature, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1300 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. His skin is flawless and his brown eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Erevan embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. A true patriot, Erevan would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Erevan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Through the years after Erevan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Erevan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Erevan was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. His crest is black and curly. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 65. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. His parents enrolled him in a Commoner school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 500 sp. Hematite (7 gp). Iolite (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.