Description: She is in excellent shape and wears a blue vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her blue boots flare out at the collars. She wears a top hat to hide her balding. She is baby faced.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born to a Cook, her mother struggled to pay the bills. In her 20th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Fearful, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 cp. Red-brown spinel (110 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He wears red robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a mace, but if one is not available he will default to his shortbow, marred by chocolates. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. The war was a terrible time for him, and Pirithin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Pirithin was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Pirithin decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes., and he perpetually has his rapier ready. He has black hair. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Chalcedony (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). 1 Disguise kit.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hand crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and carries hand crossbows. He has wavy silver hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born to a Stylist, his father struggled to pay the bills. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erias fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.