Description: She is wearing a long, yellow, dusty cloak, and she perpetually has her trident ready. Her hair is long and brown with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. Her hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Stoic and calm, she prefers to meditate than take action. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Elizabeth hails from a village terrorized by orcs. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Bounty Hunter. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by orcs. Elizabeth was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Impeccable. Bonds: Religious, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 30000 cp.

Description: She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her rusty crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She has a dull look in her red eyes.

Personality: This woman loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. She will do just about anything if she becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this she is easily convinced.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. Her first spouse was a Interpreter, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Has a crush, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 5000 gp. An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (10 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Elves. Her skin is light but she possesses many violet ritualistic tattoos. She is typically in her Unemployed uniform. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Maiathah took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up pickaxe and armor she uses now. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 16000 cp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Mindartis wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Fighter, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 400 gp.