Description: An older woman who prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady, she is not a threatening figure. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. This blue eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Revenge; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: She prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts. She sports blonde long hair. She has gray eyes and a yellow hat with a brown feather.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Elf in existence. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Alice took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor she uses now. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Guardian. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is physically well-built. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Soveliss alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Disease, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Banded mail. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. His brass crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His eyes are red and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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, Kerkad is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 10 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.