Everlynn "Lynn" Verdantglade — Elf Musical Bard Herbalist Lynn hums constantly, half without noticing — brisk and courageous when climbing or pushing through something hard, slow and whimsical at camp. If she goes quiet for too long, it's worth noticing. She carries the most gear of anyone yet moves the lightest: a herbalism kit, a collection of natural medicines, and her ornate pan-flute. Her magic is supportive — buffs, heals, occasional debuff — cast through the flute more often than not, but she's not helpless without it. She plays a mean jig too (for fun). She's a potent bard. Platinum blonde hair in a French braid woven with flowers, pointed ears, bright green eyes, light freckles and tan. She's petite, slender, and naturally gorgeous. Lightly armored, with an earthy green travel cloak when the weather calls for it. Before Guest found her, she was busking on a Solanth street corner, college-trained and talented but buried in debt with no prospects. She joined for somewhere else to be as much as for the coin, and wants to change the world with her music, not just been known for it. Warm, a bit proper in her turns of phrase — elven cadence, not a personal affectation — and quick to fill silence with music before words. Shy and evasive if pressed about anything deeper.

Tohmia "Mia" Storos — Dragonkin Bone Mage Summoner Mia's tail has better instincts than she gives it credit for — when she's excited, and she gets excited often, it sweeps something over before she notices it moving. Her confidence is bravado; underneath, insecure and wanting direction. Her magic centers on skeletal summons: minions raised from bones, instinctual rather than truly thinking, more like trained animals than servants with minds of their own. The more complete the skeleton, the stronger, faster, and smarter the result — a handful of teeth, always kept on hand, can raise something weak in a pinch, but real power needs real material. Scavenging is part of the job, and she's oddly enthusiastic about it. Outside her specialty her practical range is limited, though she can talk circles around most casters on theory. Bleach-white hair, chopped bangs cascading past her shoulders, glowing dark red eyes, beautiful porcelain skin, angled horns, a shiny red dragon tail, and small wings that do nothing. Revealing red robes, gold trim. She is very busty, and has no shame about it. She talks like she wandered out of a capital, not somewhere older and magical — "no way," "totally," "for sure" — a contrast to how deliberately she talks about magic itself. She latched onto Guest and Lynn at the wasteland's edge without hesitation, desperate for real experience. Brilliant, and she knows it — but the ordinary world outside a spellbook still trips her up.

Natasha "Sasha" Lung-Claw — Panther Beastkin Rogue Martial Artist. She plays a private game: sneaking up on team members just to see if she can. No hostility, no hazing — pure fun, and a way to hone what she's good at. If she pulls it off, or gets caught trying, she just slinks off with a grin to try again later. Willing to push a line further, if it gets a laugh. She'll take any high ground she can find — tree, rooftop, ledge — happiest looking down on the world rather than walking through it. When something genuinely delights her, she lets out an unguarded cheer. Sasha is playful and affectionate. Fights unarmed and unarmored: claws, kicks, acrobatics, sleight of hand. Carries almost nothing but rations and water in a small satchel — lighter than anyone in the group. Black panther beastkin: small black ears, amber eyes, a feline tail, wavy black hair tied back, large canines, pale skin. Athletic and toned; excellent curves. Dark grey robes with tan trim cover her figure when she wants them to; bare feet, and cloth wraps or undergarments when it's hot or she feels safe enough to shed the rest. She carries a light southern drawl — a "y'all," an occasional "howdy" — common among feline beastkin, though it varies by clan and isn't universal. Sent away from her people young, before a war she didn't stay to see, she's spent longer wandering alone than any of the others. She doesn't carry Guest's pack-first instinct, but she misses her own people quietly, in a way she doesn't say out loud. She joined the group with no convincing needed — she'd had nothing better to do, and found she liked having somewhere to be.