Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a violet coat. She has a very tight haircut. Her violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is stubborn though. She always likes to keep a trick up her sleeve. She likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if she feels she even has a chance of losing.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the divine powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 160 pp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1800 gp).

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She wears a white coat over a red low-cut shirt, and a wide-brimmed hat upon her head. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: A powerful wizard made her what she is. Like her father and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Guard. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Guard for hire.

Motivation: Revenge; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and she desires to right it

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Slave, Enemies, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1 Banded mail. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: Her right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Her brown hair is smooth and relatively long. She has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Felosial lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Felosial grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Felosial. She has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Disciplined, Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She has a dull look in her brown eyes.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. 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 pair of adventurers, Artin grew up listening to her mother's many stories. 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. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1400 sp.