Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her scimitar with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She carries with her a set of scimitars on her belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. Her silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. Her hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Painter. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. Her childhood dream was to be a Farmer, but she was a colossal failure. 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. Griselda fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 300 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp).

Description: 5'0" and muscular, this northern woman wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. She has a very tight haircut. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this northern gal figured out how to best use her charms to convince people to do what she wants. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Millicent took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor she uses now. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Hunter arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A freak accident while working with his Apothecary father left him crippled. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Family, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available she will default to her flail. Her moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady blue eyes.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: When she was but 6 years old her parents immigrated from the west. Susannah abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.