Description: This dark-skinned female wears a robe, a symbol of death around her neck, and a morningstar on her belt. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her long silver hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: The child of a Performer, who enjoyed hunting, Valanthe was taken on many hunting expeditions. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Valanthe has worked very hard to control her curse. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).

Description: She wears a white tunic with black highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. Her golden hair is still thick. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.

History: She got into the Animal Trainer business at a young age. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. She's also a talented Herbalist, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Animal Trainer responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1700 sp. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length cinnamon fur. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Elegant was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Elegant has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He got into the Slave Trader business at a young age. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He's also a talented Laborer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.