Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears just a black suit. With bright chestnut hair. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her broad black hat.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: She was born in a small forest village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Myev took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor she uses now. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and regain custody of her daughter

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, In love, Family. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: This woman is very fat, and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. She has no hair. Her fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Her parents enrolled her in a Cleric 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: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 80 gp. White pearl (40 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His rusty crest is thinning but still full. He has gold eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Mozikth was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is greedy

Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Star rose quartz (30 gp).

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy yellow fur. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has a hunchback. Her top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Healer’s kit. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He is physically well-built. His silver hair is thinning but still full. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Bowyer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Azgrom fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 cp.