Description: Her skin is bronze and flawless. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She is an epitome of beauty. She keeps her long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her violet eyes.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Syllin was born with her mother's beautiful face. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 120 gp. Malachite (14 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. In his 17th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Frug alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 170 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her flail, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. Her auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

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

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Selfish, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. She is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around her ears. Her green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Her first spouse was a Barrister, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Family. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She wears brown leather gloves, a brown jacket, and tight pants. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. She has gray fur. Her copper eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: When she was but 5 years old her parents immigrated from the north. Left-Handed was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Left-Handed decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Being a Miner kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 90 gp.