Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She has no crest. Her red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Mercenary business.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: She wears a green coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon her head, and carries shields. She has no crest. She has gold eyes and a green hat with a white feather.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She is an amazing painter.

History: Mijira lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her parents enrolled her in a Fighter school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. 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; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Guardian, Family. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp. Malachite (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). White pearl (40 gp). 1 Chain shirt. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She wears professional attire, and she perpetually has her falchion ready. Her golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Anastrianna fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To protect her home; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Mentor. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. She has wavy yellow fur. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Banker. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Mason profession.

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. She has achieved small success as a Banker.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his broad brown hat.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. 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, Dalgal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Dalgal was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Marshal. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.