Description: This woman wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a halberd on her belt. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on her right hand. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. She is an amazing painter.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp. Moonstone (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his rapier with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Travok will drive conversation. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Travok was born the youngest of three triplets. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and doesn't want to be a mayor and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Has a crush, Family, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 120 gp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She usually wears her white robe and has her glaive always slung over her shoulder. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her white hair is cut short. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are amber.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. 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: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She was a friend to animals and a trickster. In her defense of animals however she would do severe harm to people. She bought a glaive and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Passionate, Fighting. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Coral (120 gp). Sard (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Jet (120 gp).

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her auburn hair is well kept. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: Born to a Bellfounder, her mother struggled to pay the bills. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.