Description: This woman wears a grey small hat and grey clothes. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on her right hand. Her hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with poetry. She constantly tries to fill her life with poetry. A true patriot, Barbena would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Barbena was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She worked as a nervous Barkeep and found it very stressful. Some 6 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Barbena never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her hair is short and brown. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. During her travels, Portia and her party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Portia discovered the rest of her party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Portia fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing her own horrible transformation.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants her loneliness to end

Flaws: Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: 4'0" and muscular, this eastern man is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His hair is black and very short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has worked as a Bounty Hunter like his father before him.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. Her top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. Art is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her brothers into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with her Mayor mother left her crippled. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Healer and was forced into it by her family; and to unite with her brother

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a red armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His black hair is singed and shortened. His eyes are brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 43. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp.