Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and pastel, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her black hair is thinning but still full. She has violet eyes.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 25. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. 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, Herleva is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Herleva took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor she uses now. After a long history of fighting, Herleva and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Revenge; and many gnolls want her driven away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).

Description: He stands about 6'0" and wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is golden and very short. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 700 gp. Bloodstone (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp).

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 a robe, a symbol of the sun god around her neck, and a sai on her belt. Her blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Oriel was born with her father's beautiful face. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Henry is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Laborer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 300 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (40 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp).