Description: She is an average looking western female in her early mid-life. She wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a shortspear on her belt. She wears a colorful flower in her auburn hair. Her eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Herleva took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortspear and armor she uses now. She bought a shortspear and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: She prefers to wear brown clothing when she does not wear armor. She carries with her a set of swords, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her hair is golden and very short. Her violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She couldn't stand her childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with her mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Galiena fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and she desires to right it; and she wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

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

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat. She is physically well-built. Her chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She runs her personal life as if detached from it. She organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits she will get from it. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the north were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Flaws: Insomniac, Selfish. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (70 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. During his travels, Drogo and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Drogo discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Drogo fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.