Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She is dressed in an above average manner. Her black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Reeza fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 6000 cp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She has a dull look in her violet eyes.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and revenge

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise black. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Detective arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He got into the Bowyer business at a young age. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: Just what you see.