Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. He is an epitome of beauty. His hair is long and red with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Gûnd wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He comes from a rich western family. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1 Small steel mirror.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His fur, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Stylist and was forced into it by his family; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Debt, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'0". She dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a red coat with tan slacks, and her gloved hand is found clutching a mace. Her hair is brown and very short. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Fletcher. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Sarai was born with her mother's beautiful face. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Sarai took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She is typically in her Sage uniform. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She has styled her blonde hair well, parting it to the left. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Ellywick hails from a village terrorized by giants. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Sage for the past few years.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, Slave, Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp.