Description: She wears a blue armored body suit, with a simple green line shooting up and back down. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. A freak accident while working with her Detective father left her crippled. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Halfling compassion; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease, Forgetful, Ugly. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: Her left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. Her silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her white eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. The war was a terrible time for her, and Damaia does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. With wild chestnut hair. Her hazel eyes peer out from beneath her broad grey hat.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. 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 orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Bardryn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Terse, Addict. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1000 sp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned woman, she has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is a Sellsword first and foremost. She believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in the east her family was never financially stable. She was one of the best in her class, and was picked up by her current employer. She quickly showed her capability and was soon promoted to a head role. She became a Sellsword soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 3000 sp.

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 silk and lounges about seductively. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are silver and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. 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. Euron took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 190 gp.