Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a yellow coat. Her chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her skin is flawless and her green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: She thrives on attention. She does whatever is in her power to gain the attention of whomever she deems a fit date. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Her parents enrolled her in a Fighter school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants her loneliness to end; and revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. 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. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature dagger.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 270 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. His tied-back hair is brown. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born in a small island village. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 60 gp. Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Hematite (12 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His dark red hair is matted, messy, and big. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Paymon's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Paymon grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural half-elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His brown fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Mercenary who has hired him part-time. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire.

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 4 Antitoxin.

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears a worn and beaten armor. She has wavy black crest. She wears a mask on her face.

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. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Furrele was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Selfish, Antagonistic. Occupation: Sculptor

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

Possessions: 200 pp. Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 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 is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His crest is copper, silky, and of moderate length. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Nykkan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nykkan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Just what you see.