Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears bulky violet painted plate armor. Her white hair is knotted and matted. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a Layabout, her father struggled to pay the bills. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears a black armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. Her black crest is lengthy. She has red eyes.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Optimist, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His scarlet crest is braided into rings. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Mozikth was born the youngest of three triplets. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a green costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. He keeps his purple hair in a flapper bob. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Xappan grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Xappan. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2500 sp. Aquamarine (900 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). 1 Silk rope. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Silk rope.

Description: This fat southern woman has a bulbous nose and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her skin is also unnaturally pale. Her hair is white and very short. She is baby faced.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Tawar was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Elven doctor. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 190 gp.