Description: This exceptionally lanky woman tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. She keeps her silver hair in a flapper bob. Her fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. The war was a terrible time for her, and Semyaza does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her fierce black eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Semyaza grew up listening to her father's many stories. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy chestnut hair. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Kilvar was born the youngest of three triplets. Kilvar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a black armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His crest is bronze, silky, and of moderate length. His skin is flawless and his gold eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'8". He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sword. He keeps his red fur in a flapper bob. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Skirt was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 100 gp.