Description: She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a rose on it. She has done her best to style her silver hair to look like a famous performer. Her eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Fisher. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

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. In her 13th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She tends to her Fisher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 700 gp. Star ruby (1200 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp).

Description: He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He carries a battered monstrous two handed axe and tarnished lance as well. He wears his purple hair down. His eyes are white and catlike.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Mormo 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 24000 sp. Solid gold idol (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (40 gp). 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He sports a flattop fur cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has shaved his head bald. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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, Frouse is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Guardian, Military, Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 310 gp.