Description: This woman stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a pastel coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon her head. She keeps her long white fur kept up in a rat tail. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears a black shirt, with a red mid length skirt with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She wears a deerstalker hat to cover her moderate length black crest. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: Synthrin is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Carpenter. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Peridot (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her dark red hair is lengthy. Her fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While she appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 has recently attracted an admirer that believes she's playing hard to get.

Motivation: She wants to get laid; and to settle down with her crush

Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her long white hair reaches down to her waist. She has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Lavinia embodies much of what other species detest in the Halflings. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Gifted from a young age, Lavinia studied abroad. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: Just what you see.