Description: A 4'7" western woman, she wears just a pastel suit. Her fur is yellow and curly. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Shadow is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Spy, her father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Sellsword hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 800 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is dressed in earthy colors with a black and red handkerchief worn on his right side. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. 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 highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He got into the Knight business at a young age. Ar-Beka abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He became a Knight soon after.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to be a shipwright again

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Sensitive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has hazel eyes and a white hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Azdûsh fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Rimple was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sailor. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bastard sword.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 310 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears an eyepatch.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 800 sp.