Description: This malnourished woman wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. Her red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her black hair is greasy and uncared for. She has a dull look in her hazel eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: A powerful brothel owner made her what she is. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Aramil was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Addict, Racist. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is white, silky, and of moderate length. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When Theriatis reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 340 gp.