Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, she typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull white iron scale mail. Her scarlet crest is greasy and uncared for. She has gold eyes.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Chassath is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: She is lean but muscular and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized red coat. Her chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Mercenary. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. The war was a terrible time for her, and Wella does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gifted student she started as a Body Guard, but she got bored and became a Mercenary. 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 end her boredom.

Flaws: Depressed, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. He is physically well-built. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Mayor father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tiefling culture. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His childhood dream was to be a Ploughman, but he was a colossal failure. He struck the Mortician job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This slender man stands about 4'7". He is typically in his Sailor uniform. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. This amber eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Aramil hails from a village terrorized by drow. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has worked as a Sailor like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.