Description: She wears a fancy white dress. She is portly but not overly obese. She has styled her red hair well, parting it to the right. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes giants are coming to abduct people. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: When she was but 5 years old her parents immigrated from the west. As a very small child her family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. Her father, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect her and cast a teleportation spell that whisked her away. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and revenge

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record, Immigrant, Family, Religious. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is a husky woman, who wears a green vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her green boots flare out at the collars. Her white hair is smooth and relatively long. Her ears are large.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Phelaia was born the youngest of three triplets. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and an old rival family wants her found

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a great chef.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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. Rurik fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Spice Merchant. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A gifted student he started as a Adventurer, but he got bored and became a Spice Merchant. He has taken up work as a Spice Merchant and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.