Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears suspenders and grey workpants. Her shirt is black, and she wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. She wears her chestnut hair down. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Assassin arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her crest is red and curly. Her red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. The war was a terrible time for her, and Havilar does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: She was born in the south. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the south were limited. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she loathes her own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Slave, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Deep green spinel (40 gp). 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: She is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, white shirt, and brown tie. She has black hair. Her eyes are black and beady.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: Ronwe was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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 island due to the painful memories there. Ronwe took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up spear and armor she uses now. She bought a spear and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Naeris was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a stylist again

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.