Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a pickaxe on her belt, and is pretty ugly. Her long blue hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born at the edge of vast island. 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. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull grey iron scale mail. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. She has a very tight haircut. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with dancing. She constantly tries to fill her life with dancing. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: Mella lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. 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: She's looking for her big break.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 200 gp. Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Sard (60 gp). Moss agate (13 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'1". He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Merchant, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. His crest is black and very short. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Greethen studied abroad. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: 5'0" and muscular, this western man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Animal Trainer profession.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Immeral wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Adept, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... 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, Immeral is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Roofer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: To protect his home; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Guardian. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.