Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady red eyes.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Damaia was orphaned to a temple shortly after her birth. She was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above herself and to hold her god always in her heart. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and she desires to right it; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Freshwater pearl (4 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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. Wiggens fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 pp. Jeweled electrum ring (8000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older woman who wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it, she is not a threatening figure. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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 has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1500 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears white painted combat armor at almost all times. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Krakhorn was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Cartwright hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 12000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (700 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. After coming to the age of reason, Vlorn took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and balancing his hectic life and new locksmith responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a simple brown robe with blue stripes complete with hood. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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 found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 300 gp.