Description: She wears professional attire. She carries with her a set of sickles, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She has styled her blonde hair well, parting it to the left. Her gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was born in a small desert village. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She bought a sickle and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, she wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length blonde hair. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She uses divination through singing.

History: Greeba was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Her parents enrolled her in a Bard school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. 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. Greeba fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 8000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. She has wavy auburn hair. She has a dull look in her amber eyes.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Ahlyssa was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Ahlyssa abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. He has blonde hair. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Slave. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Just what you see.