Description: An older woman who wears blue painted combat armor at almost all times, she is not a threatening figure. Her chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She believes the world needs to unite to get rid of brigands once and for all.

History: Duvamil 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. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Healer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. Rose (30 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Banded agate (11 gp).

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears a black shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and white pants. She wears her blonde hair down. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Ilga was born the youngest of three triplets. Ilga was born on a far eastern forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Sculptor. She has been saving her money to try and buy her sister's freedom.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 gp. Bloodstone (40 gp). Smoky quartz (40 gp). Hematite (14 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears long strands of aquamarine and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, marred by sweets. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born into a rich family. A freak accident while working with his Bellfounder mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a shortbow on his belt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair is still thick. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Enialis was born with his father's beautiful face. 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Enialis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Guardian. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an entirely yellow suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Interpreter. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Paelias was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He likes to wear black tank tops with tan pants. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Peridot (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'9" and muscular, this northern man wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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, Lucan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Lucan lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Athletic, Passionate, Justice. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Violet garnet (500 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Obsidian (5 gp).