Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. Her green crest has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are gold.

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 is fiercely devoted to her mother, and views her mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-sister.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. Through the years after Tatyan was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Tatyan's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: A 6'3" northern woman, she wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a flail, but if one is not available she will default to her glaive. She wears her brass crest down. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with her Farmer mother left her crippled. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She is in excellent shape and is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her gray fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Trail has worked very hard to control her curse. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Terse, Shy, Disease. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 7000 cp. Sardonyx (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. Her chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her ears are large.

Personality: She is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is obsessed with her god.

History: Bryseis was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Silk rope. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. She has a dull look in her green eyes.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Sage arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she feels threatened by others

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 cp.