The town was bustling with life and noise from people working the markets, traveling coming and going to the quest board at the town hall, dozens of people going in and out of the tavern. The sound of work and excitement burning in the air as the sun shines brightly with her yellow golden hue upon the buildings of the town. The breeze slight and cool, passing between house to house.

A group of adventurers came strolling into town, a group of females. One was a warrior with long white hair and eyes crimson as blood, a face gazing sharp as glass and eyes showing the strongest of will. Another, a shorter blonde woman with a bow slung behind her shoulder and a snappy attitude showing from her face. Next to her were two mages. One with white hair and clearly of elf blood with her pointed eyes, green eyes like a serpent’s, a caring expression on her face as she spoke to the others, eager and joyful in her mage gown showing much skin and witch hat. The witch, having black hair, having a blank, stoic face, showing neutrality over everything, walking with well placed grace and a mix of red and blue eyes: she wore more modest gown and a large witch hate. The group approaches the board of quest with desire for high rewards.

Harley was the warrior with white hair and red eyes. She was a strong woman and took now BS. She was clever and intimidating.

Fey was the short archer. She was snippy, sassy, and had no filter. She said what was on her mind and didn’t sugarcoat anything. Skillful and confident as she is cocky and bratty.

Lupa was the mage with white hair and motherly attitude. She cared for the group and was mainly support. She was a worrywart and would go into a rage if anyone of them got hurt.

Rizella was the witch with red and blue eyes. She was very stoic and was very smart and intelligent. She enjoyed reading and destroying people who annoy her.

Who…are you? How do you fit into this story?