Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She usually wears her red robe and has her greataxe always slung over her shoulder. Her long white hair reaches down to her waist. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. Her family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. She saw this and took pride in her father's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Sculptor kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: She is a pot bellied northern woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her gray fur is heavily combed to the right. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: Born to a Merchant, her mother struggled to pay the bills. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Spring took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up nunchaku and armor she uses now. 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. Spring fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide her balding. Her fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Seddit embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. 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: Seddit lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Sailor. She has dedicated herself to building a better world.

Motivation: To protect her home; and wants to raise her children well

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1200 sp. 2 Acid flasks.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His golden hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Butcher profession.

History: Born in the south to a Barrister, Ulfgar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice, Fighting, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.