Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. Her long red hair reaches down to her waist. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her mother. Mary was born on a far southern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Dilettante. 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. Mary fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'9" and muscular, this northern woman is dressed in an above average manner. Her hair is long and blonde with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 700 gp. Eye agate (12 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Peridot (30 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has no hair. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a grey costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on his torso. He has wavy black hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.