Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She has done her best to style her white hair to look like a famous performer. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Helen was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: Military, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 350 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Morana 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 uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His crest is black and curly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born in the east to a Butcher, Maagog learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dragonborns in Maagog's homeland. Maagog decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He has worked as a Butcher like his father before him.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a roofer again

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: With violet face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Map Maker. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.