Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a mace, but if one is not available she will default to her rapier. She has a long white ponytail with little hanging trinkets. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Ahinar's homeland. Ahinar decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. She was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears a pastel tunic with green highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around her shoes. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length brown fur. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Miner business.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Miner arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Miner.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He carries a battered scythe and tarnished ceremonial dagger as well. He has done his best to style his purple hair to look like a famous performer. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Mantus wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Unemployed work with an outfit from a few towns over. Unemployed work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 15000 cp.

Description: She wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. She carries with her a set of nunchakus, each one with a emerald on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her yellow fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.