Name: Ramara Rawn
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 115 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hair color, texture, length, style: Golden blonde with ash streaks,silky texture that is worn simply half way down her back

Eye look, shape & color: Pearl blue eyes with Amber flakes. Round eyes that slant slightly at the litter edge

Skin Tone: Tanned with peach undertones.

Body Type: Thin toned body over all with very powerful legs muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy.

Clothing: Forest green wrapped leggings, bodice and sleeves are covered with rich tanned leather thigh boots, corset and shoulder guards.

Armor: None

Weapons: Two long bladed daggers are worn at her waist, two thin bladed short swords are worn crossed over her back, multiple silver throwing daggers are secured in her belt, on her thighs and tucked in her boots. Poisoned darts are secured to a release hidden in her forearm guards that can be fired for distance if needed.

Spells: Repressed bard abilities like her sister that have yet to surface.

Natural Abilities: Agile, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Ramara is a skilled assassin; knife thrower, swordsman, close combat fighting, grappling, take down techniques, pressure points, stealth, lock picking, find traps and hidden passages

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody. Even more so than her older sister Sana Rawn and does not have as kind of a heart.

History: She comes from the Rawn Troop of Gypsys and is the younger sibling of Sana Rawn. She always admired her older sister Sana and when she saw Sana leave she decided when she came of age she would do the same. Over the last years she has honed her skills and searched for her sister but to no avail.

Name: Wade
Race: Human
Age: 30
Class: Fighter
Description:
He stands at 5'8" and is more athletically built, if not for his prominent beer gut. Otherwise the rest of him is well muscled. When not in his armor(the stuff he is wearing in the picture), he'll be wearing brown pants, with an earthen blue tunic(very much looking like a hoody), black leather boots, and a belt. Under that he wears a white linen shirt and small black shorts as undergarments.

Biography: He was born to a peasant family in a small plot of land owned by a simple lord. He had a normal peasant life for most of his teen years, until he was whisked away as a man-at-arms for a sudden war that no one really cared for except the lord, whom might lose his plot of land. Wade had grown up a very sheltered and inexperienced boy, not really keen to how the world worked or how brutal it could be. It wasn't long before they brutalized him into becoming a hardened man-at-arms, being an infantry man made him favor walking over horse back riding. As such, he doesn't ride, he runs.

Eventually Wade started taking up many different habits, all very distasteful, but all in the name of staying awake and alert or just being at ease. He was keen to smoke many different natural growing substances, such as marijuana and tobacco, never taking things that creatures created for the specific purpose of getting inebriated. Of course, he still drinks alcohol.

He's lost many friends over the years and been very bitter over it. He has taken a good share of beatings and wounds. His body is scarred and burned. If it were to be said, he has taken more mental wounds than anything else, having seen so much death since his early adulthood years. He's been part of genocides of people groups, mass slaughters. He's killed women and children. He was part of the purge of the savages, back in his early twenties. He remembers well the deaths of several different families during the purge, one in particular was at his hand alone.

After he made sergeant-at-arms, he was given a small plot of land. He left it in the care of his family, elevating their status, and taking himself off to adventuring. He hoped to one day bring many spoils home to them and retire from this life.

Skills:
He's excellent with bladed weapons, going for a standard loadout of a short sword and a round buckler. He's as proficient with a crossbow as anyone else. Normally you'll find him using anything as a weapon. Often he'll take damage, but because of his brashness, he tends to scare the more inexperienced attackers. He can sleep on almost any surface, and can sleep wearing all of his gear. He can drink more than what would kill a man and still operate. He often drinks himself under the table, but no one can drink him under the table.

Equipment: He carries a shortsword, a round buckler shield, and a light crossbow. He doesn't carry very many bolts for the crossbow. He has his armor, plate, and a rucksack, filled with the assortment of necessities for travel. He also has a pipe with tobacco and another more powerful leaf(which he has a good amount of).