Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a brown costume with the symbols of death on her torso. Her blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Being born in the west, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the west for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way south. 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. Sybil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: She wears a worn and beaten armor. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. She keeps her chestnut hair in a pixie cut. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady hazel eyes.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. Her parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when she was still a young child. The dire rats captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Nim liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a scythe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears a green vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her green boots flare out at the collars. Her white crest is heavily combed to the right. Her gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She got into the Crown-heir business at a young age. In her 17th year, her parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Antrara alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Crown-heir.

Motivation: Many dire rats want her driven away; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Religious, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 100 sp.