Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She carries with her a set of sais on her belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. Her head has been shaved. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic woman, Rohesia's first love is herself. Her second love is also herself. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Rohesia took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sai and armor she uses now. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rohesia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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: Fighting, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. Her white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. She is baby faced.

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. 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: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Beatrice was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. She found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, she put together a working one.

Motivation: She wants to get laid; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a tan costume with the symbols of the sun god on her torso. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She has a long auburn ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is her passion; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: This southern man wears silk and lounges about seductively. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his mother. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Just what you see.