Description: This woman stands a little under 5'6" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a brown coat. Her black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Eleanor hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She wants revenge against gnolls.

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: This woman prefers to wear pastel pants and tee shirts. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. She wears a small hat to hide her balding. Her eyes are amber.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. As of late she has set up a hidden staging nest where she ambushes people she hires for escort.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her longsword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She is portly but not overly obese. Her hair is short and silver. She is baby faced.

Personality: She hates Humans with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.

History: Millicent was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She struck the Mercenary job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Clerebold reached his early adolescence his Human father 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 600 gp. Carnelian (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp). 3 Holy water. 3 Acid flasks. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 1 Alchemist’s fire.