Description: She sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She wears a small hat to hide her balding. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She misses her home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Helja has worked very hard to control her curse. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. She has styled her chestnut hair well, parting it to the left. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In her 16th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and to end her boredom

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is physically well-built. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Gifted from a young age, Theriatis studied abroad. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Philantrophist, Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. A freak accident while working with his Body Guard mother left him crippled. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His golden hair is long and unkept. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mason

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.