Description: This dark-skinned male wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a pickaxe, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His golden hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears dull brown sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed halberd, just in case. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Taklinn was born the youngest of three triplets. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Laborer for the past few years.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Bonds: Family, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her glaive with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her brown hair is wavy and long. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She got into the Hunter business at a young age. Leshanna was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Leshanna decided she wanted neither the life of her father nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She has achieved small success as a Hunter.

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; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 600 gp. 2 Acid flasks. 2 Acid flasks.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple tan line shooting up and back down. Her chestnut hair is lengthy. Her green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. A freak accident while working with her Barrister mother left her crippled. 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. Herleva 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; and regain custody of her son

Ideals: Persistence, Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 gp. Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Amber (100 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp).