Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around her ears. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her blue hair is greasy and uncared for. 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 is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: She comes from a rich eastern family. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Interpreter. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Interpreter for the past few years.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and balancing her hectic life and new interpreter responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a grey vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her grey boots flare out at the collars. She wears a feathered hat to hide her balding. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a Body Guard, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Anbera grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Anbera. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and a rival would like her out of the picture

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 60 gp. Eye agate (15 gp).

Description: She has a missing right leg. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a pastel coat. She has no fur. She has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: Tree speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. She is clearly well-traveled and educated. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tree grew up listening to her father's many stories. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Gnomish companion (her 'brother'). Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 3100 sp. Carnelian (20 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She tends to wear a red poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She wears a colorful flower in her white hair. Her eyes are gray and catlike.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is an amazing painter.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp.