Description: She wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. She has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. The war was a terrible time for her, and Artin does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Artin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor she uses now. She bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears red trousers with green and pastel striped suspenders. She wears various colorful collared shirts. She keeps her red hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are violet.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. In her youth she was a Scribe, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. 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. Kithri fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 20 pp. Chrysoberyl (90 gp).

Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His tied-back hair is red. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Ralf was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Paladin, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Paladin in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. Her long white fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her eyes are likewise green.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: Art was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. At a young age both her parents were killed in an accident. Her uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took her in and had her trained in basic self defense. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Sensitive, Selfish. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: This woman is dressed in a clean black cloak covering her clean studded leather. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on her left hand. Her red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. Her ears are large.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. A gifted student she started as a Crown-heir, but she got bored and became a Server. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Just what you see.