Description: She is an attractive woman, lean and moderately muscular. She wears a pastel coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon her head. She has beige fur. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

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. Through the years after Leaf was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Leaf's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and she desires to right it

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 2000 cp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (90 gp).

Description: This slender woman stands about 4'1". She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her blonde hair is cut short. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was born in the east. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. After a long history of fighting, Torgga and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is greedy

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears a green collared shirt and white skirt. She accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her blue hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. Her black eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1 Breastplate.

Description: He wears a yellow vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his yellow boots flare out at the collars. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. The war was a terrible time for him, and Patrick does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He takes great joy in being the best Guard in town.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His childhood dream was to be a Detective, but he was a colossal failure. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Performer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1600 sp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (500 gp).

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are green.

Personality: Sarah wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Sorcerer, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Sarah was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Her mother was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her white hair is smooth and relatively long. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Duvamil is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. After a long history of fighting, Duvamil and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: Just what you see.