Description: This dark-skinned female wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. Her violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Volen lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother.

Ideals: Professionalism, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Murook was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Expert, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Murook abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears long strands of aquamarine and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her silver crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She thrives on attention. She does whatever is in her power to gain the attention of whomever she deems a fit date. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south to a Server, Akra learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. 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. Akra took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and balancing her hectic life and new server responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He struck the Fisher job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear flannel. His gray fur is long and unkept. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Knight. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Knight for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he wants revenge against dire rats

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 3 Smokesticks. 2 Holy water.