Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her white hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. While she appears to be a normal Human, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2000 sp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (160 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (300 gp).

Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Crown-heir. She has a long auburn ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Alice was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to be a junk dealer again

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, In love. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. She carries with her a set of whips on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. She sports a flattop hair cut. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. 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. 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. Sybil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 30000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears silk and lounges about seductively. Her chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She has a dull look in her brown eyes.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. The war was a terrible time for her, and Joan does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Joan was born with her mother's beautiful face. When Joan reached her early adolescence her Human mother 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. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.