Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. She sports black long hair. Her fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Herleva is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

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. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Sard (50 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Standing 5'5", this woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep violet leather and dull black iron scale mail. Her hair is brown and very short. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her hair is white and curly. She has brown eyes and a white hat with a green feather.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. While studying, she fell in love. They married and had a son. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. She wears a robe, a symbol of death around her neck, and a longbow on her belt, marred by beers. Her white hair is matted, messy, and big. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. She moved from fad to fad and when she turned 15 she discovered painting. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Joan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Fearful. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Moonstone (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.