Description: She has a missing left arm. She wears just a violet suit. Her blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Shanairla was born the youngest of three triplets. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break.

Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His hair is short and red. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: She wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around her neck, and a rapier on her belt. Her attire stands in sharp contrast to her rapier, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. Her hair is black and very short. She is baby faced.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. At a young age her mother died while driving off some drow. Her father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in rapier use. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a black vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her black boots flare out at the collars. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her white eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Decarabia 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.