Description: She wears a red armored body suit, with a simple pastel line shooting up and back down, and carries rapiers. She has wavy auburn hair. Her hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Portia 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 to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Addict, Impulsive. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Coral (90 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned woman, she wears an entirely red suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. She has shaved her head bald. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady blue eyes.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She has all her life been fascinated with poetry.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. In her youth she was a Detective, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger brother on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. She has never given up on her poetry dream.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, PTSD. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. With wild black hair. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 sp. Silver pearl (120 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Banded agate (9 gp).

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing a tight green one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His brass crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Srorthen will drive conversation. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Srorthen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Srorthen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants revenge against goblins; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 700 sp.