<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Non-Player Characters</span></strong></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/In_the_woods_by_x_arielle.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Gianna & Bianca<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Human<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation: </strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong>Warrior Trainers<br/><br/><strong>Mode of Attack: </strong>Gladius & Heater Sheild (Gianna), Shortbow (Bianca)<br/><strong>What's In My Pack?</strong>Bandage (Gianna), Bird Whistle (Bianca)<br/><br/><strong>Description: </strong><em>Gianna</em>is a svelte, cheery young woman with an expressive face accented by ruby lipstick that always leaves a mark. Cozy locks of warm chestnut hair keep her insulated in the cool forest. Gianna is a mori girl, layering herself in loose skirts, vests, scarves and tunics of blueberry, cornflower and sky blue over snug stockings of robin's egg or white. A scent of vanilla, white honey and acacia drifts from the fabric like a perfumed doll.<br/><em>Bianca</em>knows the appeal of her hourglass figure, and it gives her confidence. The natural sway to her walk is slow and gliding, preserving the well-teased dirty blonde bouffant against country winds. A mori girl like Gianna, she weaves wildflowers into dark shirts and dresses of rust red, blum, bordeaux and sanguine, always with a highlighting trim at the hip. Her own perfume is white sandalwood, tea leaf, and berry leaves layers with Gianna's to call to mind a sweet pagan festival in an elven forest.<br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Gianna and Bianca are sisters at arms, rarely encountered apart, but both are outgoing and gregarious creatures. Both share a mercenary outlook, selling services to the highest bidder without moral compunction, and both squander their earnings at the Horn and Vine drinking, gaming, and socializing, where they're often among the first faces seen by new arrivals. As a proponent of action without thought, Giana follows her instincts and speaks frankly; Bianca is a more reserved student of the masters, but still has no special love for social conventions.<br/><strong>Likes: </strong>Training, tavern culture, helping ladies to self-actualize, a little pain (Gianna), an audience (Bianca)<br/><strong>Dislikes: </strong>Joining you on a low-paying quest, settling down, humiliation<br/><strong>Story : </strong>Gianna was raised on a farm, and Bianca by her tavern wench single mother. They met as young women when Giana shucked her responsibility to her family and took a job as a sellsword traveling with a caravan. In a town much like Amberdale she met Brianna, the daughter of a tavern wench, using her natural assets to unload a seedy bowmaker's wares. With bigger dreams between the two of them, they headed a two-woman mercenary company and bet everything on making it big in Amberdale. Although they achieved marginal success as adventurers, there was better profit to be found in regurgitating tricks of the trade and techniques read in books to a fresh-faced audience for coin.<br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Ishi_the_wolf.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Ishi<br/><strong>Race: </strong> Inumimi<br/><strong>Sex: </strong> Female<br/><strong>Orientation: </strong> Bisexual<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong> Farmer<br/><br/><strong>Mode of Attack: </strong> A sturdy shovel<br/><strong>One Thing In My Pack: </strong> Plenty of water!<br/><br/><strong>Description: </strong> Blame good inumimi genes for the widow Ishi still being the spry wolf of a woman half her age. She carries herself with a comfort in her own skin that can only come from the years and satisfaction of a life well lived, and now her lavender hair is going silver to match her bushy wolf-tail. At 6' plus eartips she still cuts an impressive figure, and her inumimi muscle is wiry and lean for the tribal life, though with age it takes a little stretching in the mornings to get going. With this in mind she dresses light and loose, and keeps that tail always wagging in good health.<br/><strong>Personality: </strong> Ishi fancies herself a source of wisdom, and dispenses it unasked for when there's a little drink in her (which is often, for she's fond of it). For the sake of helping people realize their potential or foolishness or potential foolishness she can be a little mean-spirited like the trickster Coyote. At heart she is a peaceful soul dedicated to nurturing new life one seed at a time; it's merely that people have greater airs to get past than do trees.<br/><strong>Likes: </strong> New scents, teaching life lessons, gardening, robust adventuring types, tail pulling, roughness<br/><strong>Dislikes: </strong> Religion, stuffy humorless sticks in the mud, machines, unpleasant odors<br/><strong>Story: </strong> Ishi was a blushing inumimi bride once, by all accounts the happy wife of a soldier. The pair never had children, and he passed peacefully while Ishi yet had decades of life left in her. Rather than remarry, Ishi moved to Amberdale with a ten year plan to keep busy expanding a humble farm to the brink of Oldwall Forest. So far the life has treated her well, keeping her fit and in the path of an endless stream of interesting young adventurers. In the interest of staying social or ogling the new blood, Ishi always leaves something or other for hired troubleshooters to dip their hands in, meaning there's always at least one paw-stamped request on the Horn and Vine bulletin board, and promise of a bribe from gods know where the widow of Lone Wolf Orchard has treasures stowed for a rainy day. <div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Paw_stamp.png)</div></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e7/Farmer_cotton.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Pris Cotton<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Human<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation: </strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong>Rancher<br/><br/><strong>Mode of Attack: </strong>Pitchfork blunted with age<br/><strong>One Thing In My Pack: </strong>Animal treats<br/><br/><strong>Description: </strong>Curves for days lend credence to the adage that milk does a body good. The dairy cows certainly do a brisk business with Pris at the helm of Cotton Ranch, though her dear departed dad certainly wouldn't approve- she carries his sensibilities with her in modest manner and modest dress, though it happens to be stuffed to capacity. A smattering of freckles here and there and everywhere from a youth of ranch sunburn becomes hidden with a touch of rouge and milk of roses. She'd really rather you didn't notice, but her sharp eyes betray a clever girl with a stubborn will. There's no hiding from Pris Cotton where the gaze settles.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">More</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Farmer_cotton_large.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Farmer_cotton2.jpeg)</div></div><br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Determined! Tidy, certainly, a conscientious woman is the guardian angel of Cotton Ranch from dawn til dusk; Pris will never leave for tomorrow a job that could be done today. With the gumption of a firecracker she's rolling up her sleeves and putting out every fire with a little help from the local adventurers for hire. Unfortunately, Pris has the idea in her head that apple pie or a jar of honey are fair trade for mercenary work. She's rarely good for a single coin and abhors charity. The nerve of some people, trying to claim a handout with two capable arms!<br/><strong>Likes: </strong>Animal rescues, artisinal foods, beautifying Amberdale, milking, the superiority of animal-people<br/><strong>Dislikes: </strong>Cruelty to animals, shoddy work ethic, giving up control of the ranch, having freckles<br/><strong>Story: </strong>It takes a pioneering soul to carve out a ranch on the verge of Oldwall Forest. Pris' dad was such a soul, and after Mr. Cotton's demise, the mantle fell to unwed Pris to shepherd Amberdale's precious animals from the dangers of the woods. Out there on Cotton Ranch she works every hour of the day pampering sheep and dairy cows and hens and bees, and what comes to town three times a week are the prettiest little stenciled jugs, lace-wrapped jars, ribboned egg baskets and spun fleece. Everything out at Cotton Ranch is made with love, but not a bit of meat is sold. Don't even ask!<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Sister_melody.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sister Melody<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Half-Angel<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation: </strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong>Priest Trainer<br/><br/><strong>Mode of Attack: </strong>Celestial name-dropping<br/><strong>One Thing In My Pack: </strong>Blessed Water<br/><br/><strong>Description: </strong>A real honest to gosh halo perches over Melody's strawberry blonde beach hair. In darkness it sometimes flickers like an erratic bulb, but is impossible to extinguish. Her bone structure is fine, designed for flight, and even though her wings are quite small, her body is light enough to hover with determined effort. This also makes her slight enough to lift and carry away under one arm. Her voice is deeper and richer than this frame should suggest, a sonorous sound that leads the hymns from the sidelines, desiring no fame.<br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Melody is a well tread doormat who avoids conflict and as such is always busy keeping others happy. She seizes up in tense situations and relies on others to make difficult decisions, or to relieve the guilt of disappointing another. Shy, however, she is not; Melody is a constant cheery face at the temple, taking an interest in the lives of Amberdale people and assuaging their fears, and sticking her nose where it just doesn't belong.<br/><strong>Likes: </strong>Secret sacred rites, restoring worn down things, history, being torn down but pulled back up<br/><strong>Dislikes: </strong>Problems she can't possibly solve, being told how to priest, wing bondage or damage<br/><strong>Story: </strong>Melody was raised by the church, where a narrative painted her as the miraculous daughter of an ascended heroine. Her true parentage is unknown. For her teenage years of service as a Sister, Melody lived in a secluded cloister inhabited solely by women, where her aversion to conflict helped to tangle up an inextricable knot of cliques, grudges, and bad blood. After an incident with a crazed Sister running naked and screaming into the hills, a hierophant was called in to clean house. Melody was one of those relocated, and for her Amberdale was just the place. Here was a town accepting of her supernatural blood, and in need of a holy bastion.