Description: She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her chestnut hair is well kept. Her green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 88. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Expand her business; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a worn and beaten armor. Her hair is short and white. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was born in the north. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is her passion; and she's looking for her big break

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull blue iron scale mail, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'0" when asserting herself. Her red hair is lengthy. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Sage arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Emotional, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp).

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her tied-back hair is silver. 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. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her 15th year, her parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Gurdis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 50 pp. 5 Acid flasks.