Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears baggy grey pantaloons and a black scarf. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Fletcher they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Miller, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and doesn't want to be a miller and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 30 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized red coat. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly greatswords and scythes. Her hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. Her amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She can't help but pocket interesting objects she comes across

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". She wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a club. Her red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. 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: Caelynn lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (130 gp).

Description: This woman stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a violet coat over a yellow low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon her head. Her black hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Anastrianna was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Body Guard.

Motivation: To protect her home; and balancing her hectic life and new body guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job, Guardian. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She wears a white coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a top hat upon her head. She carries with her a set of kukris, each one with a emerald on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has a long golden ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in the south to a Blacksmith, Harriet learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Blacksmith. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Harriet fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Professionalism, Logical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 130 pp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (90 gp).