Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears a robe, a symbol of death around her neck, and a shortspear on her belt. Her hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is a great chef.

History: She comes from a rich northern family. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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. Zanna fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 500 gp. Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Tourmaline (70 gp). Citrine (30 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is wearing a long, pastel, dusty cloak. His fur, while still mostly yellow, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are yellow and catlike.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born in the east. 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Guardian, Religious, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 1000 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. She has slicked back black hair. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to her current location. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Therlin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This late middle aged man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior and is in decent physical shape. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.