Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. She sports black long hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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. Torbera took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor she uses now. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Healer they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Dilettante, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is her passion; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 20000 cp. Brown-green garnet (110 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She is dressed in a clean green cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her blue hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a dagger scrunchie. Her eyes are a pleasant black.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Engraver work with an outfit from a few towns over. Engraver work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1900 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (110 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This eastern woman usually wears her black robe and has her bastard sword always slung over her shoulder. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her white hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: This woman loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the south. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Junk Dealer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a white cloak and cross-gartered green stockings. Her blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. 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 does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

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. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Greeba took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor she uses now. She bought a warhammer and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and she feels threatened by others

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 100 gp.