Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, she is wearing a tight yellow one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: She was born in a small island village. Agnes abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Addict, Secretive. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 310 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and is pretty ugly. She keeps her long lavender fur kept up in a rat tail. Her eyes are yellow.

Personality: This woman loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. She uses divination through singing.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. Her parents enrolled her in a Warlock school at a young age so that she could practice her psionic talents. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the north.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has shaved her head bald. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the east. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: She is content; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: PTSD, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She is dressed in a clean pastel cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her lavender fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. Her ears are large.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Insane. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 130 gp. Hematite (4 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a blue collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His red hair is still thick. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Quarion is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Quarion's homeland. Quarion decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 2200 sp.