Description: A stocky darker skinned woman, she wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. Her red hair is wavy and long. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise her children well

Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Spyglass.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her red hair is braided into rings. Her eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: She was raised by priests from a young age. 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. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

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

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Slave, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her tan robe. She has styled her black fur well, parting it to the left. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: A powerful necromancer made her what she is. She always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She struck the Knight job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and balancing her hectic life and new knight responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 500 gp. Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). 1 Spyglass. 1 Hourglass.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, marred by beers. His blonde hair is braided into rings. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Bloodstone (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.