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.

Description: She wears long strands of ruby and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. She wears her red hair up. Her eyes are brown.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

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. Thodris was orphaned to a temple shortly after her birth. She was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above herself and to hold her god always in her heart. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 700 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (170 gp).

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. Her gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 500 sp.