Description: She wears a black shirt, with a tan mid length skirt with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She carries with her a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a ruby on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her white crest is lengthy. Her eyes are likewise red. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Farideh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Disease, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This western woman tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her golden hair is still thick. Her fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She was granted martial powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her.

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'11" when asserting himself. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Gimurt grew up listening to his father's many stories. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: An older woman who wears professional attire, she is not a threatening figure. Her tied-back hair is blonde. Her gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her father. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and to be a barkeep again

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.