Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her white robe. She has dyed her greying scarlet crest a little too much giving a sharp scarlet color. Her gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Antrara is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her yellow robe. With wild silver hair. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. 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. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 150 pp. Obsidian (11 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Red garnet (140 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Violet garnet (1100 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her crossbow with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt, and carries crossbows. Her chestnut hair is knotted and matted. Her white eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Markosian is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Tieflings in the west were limited. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature crossbow.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

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 blue hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She comes from a rich southern family. A freak accident while working with her Apothecary father left her crippled. 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: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Star rose quartz (20 gp).