Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears a worn and beaten armor. She keeps her cinnamon fur in a pixie cut. Her yellow eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She was born in the west. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she feels threatened by others

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Guardian, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 gp. Violet garnet (1000 gp). Sard (70 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Blue sapphire (1200 gp). Sard (70 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His dark red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His eyes are red.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qemuel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is dark but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears a brown coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon his head. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Balimaar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Ploughman for hire.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Debt. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. She keeps her blonde hair in a flapper bob. She has a dull look in her blue eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dwarves became a terror of the countryside. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.