Description: She wears a simple tan robe with brown stripes complete with hood. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly warhammers and scimitars. Her silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Being a Cartwright kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She usually wears her blue robe and has her mace always slung over her shoulder. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with singing. She constantly tries to fill her life with singing. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Her arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Buvvie abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. Being a Layabout kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 12000 sp. Fire opal (1600 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'8" when asserting himself. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. To his fellows he 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: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. He bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Stylist. His hair is auburn and curly. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: Born in the north to a Stylist, Dorn learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Stylist and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 260 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.