Description: She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. She carries with her a set of lances on her belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She has styled her chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. 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. 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. Sekhmet fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a weaver again

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Military, Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Standing 6'0", this woman wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She has styled her white hair well, parting it to the left. Her black unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She is content; and doesn't want to be a ruler and was forced into it by her family

Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 5 Acid flasks.