Description: A 5'3" western woman, she wears an entirely pastel suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Her beige fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are green and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: She got into the Mercenary business at a young age. A gifted student she started as a Mayor, but she got bored and became a Mercenary. After a long history of fighting, Smoking and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Flaws: Shy, Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 8000 gp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). 1 Major magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her chestnut hair is well kept. Her brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 57. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1600 gp). Jeweled anklet (4000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (130 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple yellow robe with black stripes complete with hood. He has wavy black hair. He has green eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Manfred isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Elven unity. He is obsessed with his god.

History: The child of a Shepherd, who enjoyed hunting, Manfred was taken on many hunting expeditions. Manfred liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Religious, Nature, Family. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He wears a grey vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his grey boots flare out at the collars. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his small grey hat.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Fallond was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic, Greedy. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 100 sp.