Description: She has a missing right leg. She wears a pastel tunic with green highlights, and long pastel pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her fur, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. Her hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. 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, Sweet is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

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. Her necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She has dedicated herself to building a better village for her children.

Motivation: She wants revenge against illithids; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her hair is golden, silky, and of moderate length. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She works hard and plays hard.

History: The child of western immigrants she idolized her mother. At some point she was captured by orcs and was tortured. After several years of this she finally managed to escape. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She wants revenge against orcs.

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She wears her red hair up. Her eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She disdains her fellow easterners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: When she was but 7 years old her parents immigrated from the east. When Maegan reached her early adolescence her Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and she feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his red robe, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. He keeps his purple hair in a flapper bob. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Akmen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Emotional, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He takes great joy in being the best Barkeep in town.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When William reached his early adolescence his Human father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has achieved small success as a Barkeep.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 5000 cp.