Description: This woman wears a pastel tunic with white highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around her shoes. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. She has moderate length red fur. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. She saw this and took pride in her mother's willingness to do anything to win. She has dedicated herself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break.

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Moss agate (7 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Moonstone (80 gp).

Description: She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. She has wavy brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though she does not identify as such. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She was born into a rich family. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Half-Orc activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Half-Orc doctor. 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. He has wavy blue crest. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Valorean liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Valorean never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to share knowledge with the world

Flaws: Addict, Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Nature, In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 390 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'5" and muscular, this western woman wears just a green suit. She has moderate length copper crest. Her gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Savaran liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She bought a kukri and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 700 sp. Iolite (50 gp).