Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She prefers to wear flannel. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Donella grew up listening to her father's many stories. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: An older man who wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is long and silver with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Stylist profession.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Darrak has worked very hard to control his curse. He has achieved small success as a Soapmaker.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a red armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His black hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. 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. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are likewise gray. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. 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. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He carries with him a set of flails, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Reynard is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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. Reynard fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 3000 cp.