Description: Standing 4'0", this woman wears dull brown sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. Her red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. She is baby faced.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. Her red hair is well kept. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She hates dire rats. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. 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, Numba is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Her arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 6'1" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered white stockings. She has wavy black hair. She has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 5000 cp.

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, and he perpetually has his trident ready. He keeps his blue hair in a flapper bob. His black eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Morthos wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Morthos took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He bought a trident and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Sage

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Buckler. 1 Half-Plate.