Description: Standing 6'5", this woman tends to wear a large green jacket. Her white crest is long and unkept. Her red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though she does not identify as such. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

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. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. She was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Secretive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 190 pp.

Description: She is wearing a tight violet one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She has a very tight haircut. Her gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Elama was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and a rival would like her out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1200 gp. Malachite (4 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Red-brown spinel (150 gp). Emerald (1500 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears black trousers with brown and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His hair is long and auburn with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. At a young age his father died while driving off some orcs. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in trident use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 5'2" and wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Shag abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light pastel in addition to tight pants. He wears his orange fur up. His yellow eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Mercenary profession.

History: Born to a Mercenary, his father struggled to pay the bills. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and to be a mercenary again

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Sensitive, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1000 sp.