Description: She wears long strands of aquamarine and short brown dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and she perpetually has her falchion ready. Her long red hair reaches down to her waist. Her violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: Heir to a fortune, her parents put a great deal of effort into curing her disease. 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. Helgret fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a red coat with blue slacks. She is physically well-built. She has wavy white hair. Her violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.

History: Marastyr was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Layabout hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job, Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has wavy black crest. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Direcris hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Direcris was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Thamior was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, 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 Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Jet (90 gp).