Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He carries a battered longbow and tarnished hand crossbow as well. His crest is gold and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Srorthen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Jasper (80 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Azurite (6 gp).

Description: She wears long strands of aquamarine and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'2" when asserting herself. Her yellow fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. Her green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was born in the east. 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. Seven took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor she uses now. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is greedy

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 12000 sp. Solid gold idol (600 gp).

Description: This tall, slender woman wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Her silver hair is cut short. Her gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. While she appears to be a normal Human, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He wears baggy white pantaloons and a green scarf, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. He has auburn hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mason. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To protect his home; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 70 pp. Coral (90 gp).