Description: She wears a red vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her red boots flare out at the collars. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. Her red hair is cut short. Her eyes are blue.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was raised in a island tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Myria took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor she uses now. Some 5 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Myria never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is her passion; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 20 gp. Carnelian (50 gp).

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. Her skin is dark but she possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: The child of eastern immigrants she idolized her mother. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Tiaathque was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has dedicated herself to building a better world.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and she wants to get laid

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Has a crush, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a black coat with blue slacks. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Ulfgar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Ulfgar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Breastplate.