Description: She is in excellent shape and is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her fur, while still mostly gray, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 34000 sp. Jet (160 gp). Azurite (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and violet handkerchief worn on her right side. She wears her silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Falkrunn abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: To unite with her sister; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 360 gp. Red spinel (80 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He prefers to wear flannel. He has moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Gimûb 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is greedy

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears baggy green pantaloons and a white scarf. His hair is short and brown. His eyes are likewise black.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Thamuz lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. 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 seems to be bored by most things; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Good lock.