Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears professional attire. Her fur is gray and curly. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (120 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This woman wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her head has been shaved. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She was granted martial powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 400 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Breastplate.

Description: This southern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with white colored cloaks and clothing. Her silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 800 sp. Jade (160 gp). 1 Buckler.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Her moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. 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 erratic and paranoid. She believes giants are coming to abduct people. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Born in the south to a Spice Merchant, Traulam learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Traulam took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor she uses now. She struck the Spice Merchant job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and many giants want her driven away

Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Job, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 260 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). 1 Everburning torch.