Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her white hair is matted, messy, and big. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Orcs in Ovak's homeland. Ovak decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ovak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: She prefers to wear flannel. She keeps her long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. Her violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. She uses divination through singing.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever she goes.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 60 gp. Red garnet (150 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a brown tunic with black highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel, and carries sais. His hair is red and curly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Frederick will drive conversation. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Frederick grew up listening to his father's many stories. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Herbalist. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: Just what you see.