Description: She wears long strands of amber and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'0" when asserting herself. Her long blonde hair reaches down to her waist. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She comes from a rich southern family. Her mother worked until she suffered an accident while they were digging through a hill for a new route. She had to support her now crippled mother and took her mother's old job. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and marry her brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 6'6" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). She has moderate length black crest. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep red.

Personality: Havilar wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Expert, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... She is fiercely devoted to her father, and views her father's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-sister.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Bonds: Family, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 60 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp).

Description: An older man who usually wears his grey robe and has his flail always slung over his shoulder, he is not a threatening figure. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His ears are large.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Fargrim alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Joker, Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Rrath was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a guard again

Flaws: Secretive, Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 130 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. Her blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Tomph grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Tomph. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 6000 cp. Sardonyx (60 gp).