Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'2" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Her blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. Her half smiles and violet eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. The war was a terrible time for her, and Shamil does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Shamil was born with her mother's beautiful face. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Shamil was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and she feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a yellow collared shirt and pastel pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Guy was born with his father's beautiful face. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: She is wearing a long, black cloak. Her red crest is heavily combed to the left. Her red eyes peer out from beneath her top black hat.

Personality: Hillanot hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her music career. She is obsessed with her god.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Hillanot 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 Hillanot. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Revenge; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Religious, Criminal record, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: This northern man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His clothes are grease stained in places. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Chem was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Crown-heir. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-orc people

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His tied-back hair is golden. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Foxilon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1 Average lock.