Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. Her white hair, when down, is lengthy. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rosalind fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dilettante arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 700 gp. Chrysoprase (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is long and unkept. He is baby faced.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Born to a Junk Dealer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Hunter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a morningstar on his belt. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair, while still mostly blonde, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Farmer born in the past three hundred years. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He always admired psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He struck the Farmer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. 2 Acid flasks.