Description: She is wearing a tight blue one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 5'0" when asserting herself. Her silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Insane, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears just a pastel suit. His cinnamon fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady yellow eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His white hair is smooth and relatively long. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Mundane, PTSD, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: He wears a black vest and prefers green and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his youth he was a Detective, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ront 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.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, PTSD. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.