Description: A 4'10" southern woman, she wears tattered old clothes. Her gray fur is smooth and relatively long. Her eyes are likewise copper.

Personality: She acts crazy and hedonistic. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing singing.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Ruler arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Through the years after Kite was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Kite's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. 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: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He has a large violet mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe, marred by beers. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 99. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Standing 3'0", this woman wears a white vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her white boots flare out at the collars. She wears her black hair up. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

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. When she's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, she's doing poetry.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. A gifted student she started as a Gardener, but she got bored and became a Bowyer. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Bowyer for hire.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. Rose (30 gp). Amethyst (100 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Carnelian (30 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. He has moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her scarlet crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her red eyes peer out from beneath her broad green hat.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Thava is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Thava was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She was granted divine powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted, Justice. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Good lock.