Description: This woman wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: Born in the west her family was never financially stable. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered poetry. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Glassblower; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 700 sp. White pearl (120 gp).

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears tan trousers with white and brown striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts. She sports a flattop hair cut. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the west her family was never financially stable. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Mumpena was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Poor, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her white crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. Her red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Gifted from a young age, Havilar studied abroad. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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. Havilar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor she uses now. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and she is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Family, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She keeps her long gray fur kept up in a rat tail. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

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. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Trail was born on a far southern island where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Mason. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and many giants want her driven away

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His gray fur is knotted and matted. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature ceremonial dagger.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 130 gp.