Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her longsword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her eyes are a pleasant violet.

Personality: Hrathy wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warlock, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... The war was a terrible time for her, and Hrathy does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Hrathy grew up listening to her mother's many stories. When Hrathy reached her early adolescence her Half-Orc mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 10 pp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 6'2" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her green crest, when down, is lengthy. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: She was raised in a desert tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Farideh took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor she uses now. 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: To reunite with her absent father; and meet up once more with her childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and carries ceremonial daggers. She keeps her black hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jasmine fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is content.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Secretive, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Caeldrim was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Caeldrim and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 14000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is cut close to his head. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 80 gp.