Description: She is a mite stocky and wears dull yellow sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed shortspear, just in case. Her golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is her passion.

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. She has wavy white fur. Her copper eyes peer out from beneath her broad pastel hat.

Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. She is a great chef.

History: Kite was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. While studying, she fell in love. They married and had a son. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To be a Shepherd again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Job, In love. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. She keeps her long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. Her violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. A freak accident while working with her Stylist father left her crippled. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright violet and black, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. She has no hair. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 40 pp.