Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her hair is black and curly. She has a dull look in her amber eyes.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Born to a Dyer, her mother struggled to pay the bills. She always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She was granted divine powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and she desires to right it

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a black coat. She has white hair. Her black eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Damaia hails from a village terrorized by brigands. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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. Damaia took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor she uses now. She bought a sickle and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Many brigands want her driven away; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Buckler.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears suspenders and violet workpants. Her shirt is pastel, and she wears a heavy violet leather apron most of the time. She has wavy auburn hair. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her gray eyes.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: To clean up the streets.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Guardian, Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. Her green crest is braided into rings. Her eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: Furrele is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of her oldest brother, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. She was granted arcane powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 3000 cp.