Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has wavy chestnut hair. Her eyes are likewise green.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Religious, Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his trident with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and is pretty ugly. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Roondar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 360 gp. Red garnet (70 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). Amethyst (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a large grey jacket. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker grey hat.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the north. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: This western man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has silver hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.