Description: This late middle aged woman wears a tan coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon her head and is in decent physical shape. She has wavy silver hair. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Mercenary. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She tends to her Mercenary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears tan trousers with blue and white striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts. She has wavy red hair. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Barber arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her childhood dream was to be a Slave Trader, but she was a colossal failure. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by brigands. Ellywick was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his green robe. His chestnut hair is still thick. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in the south. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He sports a flattop crest cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Marshal business.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Kerkad took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 3000 sp.