Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the south to a Sailor, Elysande learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and she desires to right it.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she dresses in pastel turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with green slacks. Her white fur is still thick. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. 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: Silent was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. In her 16th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. By chance she met her sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Religious, Poor. Occupation: Baker

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A 2'10" eastern woman, she wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her auburn hair is lengthy. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Gynnie was born with her father's beautiful face. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered east to less war torn lands. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Servant.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and to unite with her sister

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 20 gp. Amber (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. His white hair is long and unkept. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. His parents enrolled him in a Fighter school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.