Description: This woman is dressed in a clean white cloak covering her clean studded leather, and sports empty pouches on her belt. With wild silver hair. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Ilga abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She has styled her chestnut hair well, parting it to the left. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She was born into a rich family. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she is greedy

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This late middle aged woman very much looks the part of a Scribe and is in decent physical shape. Her fur is brown and very short. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Scribe.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep pastel leather and dull yellow iron scale mail. His orange fur is lengthy. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 100 sp.