Description: This eastern woman wears a robe, a symbol of her god around her neck, and a spear on her belt. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her blue crest is greasy and uncared for. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Synthrin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears baggy black pantaloons and a violet scarf. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears a tan tunic with brown highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She worked as a nervous Performer and found it very stressful. She struck the Performer job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand her business

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: She tends to wear a brown poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt, and she perpetually has her lance ready. Her brown fur, when down, is lengthy. Her amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a woman enough she will sell her own mother. Money is her most trusted friend.

History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (50 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a longbow on his belt. He has gray fur. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. The war was a terrible time for him, and Right-Handed does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When Right-Handed reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Right-Handed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.