Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Eleanor will drive conversation. The war was a terrible time for her, and Eleanor does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. When Eleanor reached her early adolescence her Half-Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. After months of barely getting by, Eleanor managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, she made her way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears baggy yellow pantaloons and a tan scarf. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. She has green eyes and a yellow hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Shepherd arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Naivara took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor she uses now. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 10000 cp. Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. She keeps her blonde hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: Geva speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. In her 10th year, her parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Geva alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Military, Enemies. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 110 gp. Sard (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This slender man stands about 5'11". He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He always admired druidic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 120 gp. Amethyst (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.