Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Humans. Her skin is dark but she possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She wears a deerstalker hat to hide her balding. Her eyes are a pleasant white.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Damaia was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 20 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 has a large blue mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her violet robe. Her black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She's in love; and she's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. She is an epitome of beauty. Her hair is black, silky, and of moderate length. She has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with her old comrades. She has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born in the west to a Banker, Hadwisa learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She has achieved small success as a Banker.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is her passion.

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Just what you see.