Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her rusty crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though she does not identify as such. Her job bores her to no end. She has decided to make it more interesting.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Savaran grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Savaran. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: This woman wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents, and sports empty pouches on her belt. With bright brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Sarah was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Sarah was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Sarah decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. Her silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Tana hails from a village terrorized by illithids. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To be a Mayor again; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She wears her black hair up. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady brown eyes.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. 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: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 5000 cp.