Description: This exceptionally lanky woman tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. She keeps her long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. 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 considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She tends to her Mercenary job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and to unite with her brother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Guardian, Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1600 sp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has auburn hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Gerbo was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He worked as a nervous Interpreter and found it very stressful. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His blonde hair is cut short. He has violet eyes and a blue hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. A true patriot, Rolen would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rolen grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Travok took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Travok fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 40 gp.