Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her hair is long and auburn with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small black clips. Her eyes are green.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 100 gp. Bloodstone (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Jasper (40 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition and is in decent physical shape. With a patchy white beard and wild white hair. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When Drogo reached his early adolescence his Human mother 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 bought a mace and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Military, Nature. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: An older woman who has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her black robe, she is not a threatening figure. Sporting a red mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. After coming to the age of reason, Susannah took it upon herself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted druidic powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. With wild brown hair. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She has schizophrenia that causes her to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Sybil was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Flaws: Disease, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Military, In love. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.