Description: This woman stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a brown tunic with black highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her long lavender fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

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 does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Mason but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and she desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Joker, Pacifist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: An older man who wears a blue vest and prefers tan and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, he is not a threatening figure. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. After coming to the age of reason, Naeris took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: A 3'9" southern woman, she is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her white hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes are blue and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Through the years after Torbera was born, her father became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Torbera's father didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She prefers to wear pastel clothing when she does not wear armor. She keeps her cinnamon fur in a pixie cut. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 87. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. 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: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is her passion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 800 sp.