Description: A stocky darker skinned woman, she is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her red hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside her partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'3". She is dressed in an above average manner, and her gloved hand is found clutching a monstrous two handed axe. She keeps her auburn hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: This woman loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She has never given up on her painting dream.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Black pearl (700 gp).

Description: He wears a brown coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Percival isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Percival alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Percival was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has shaved his head bald. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.