Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a black vest and prefers tan and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Server but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 130 gp. Hematite (10 gp).

Description: A middle-aged woman, she has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her blue robe, and is pretty ugly. Her fur is short and black. She is baby faced.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Stableman business.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Stableman arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. 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: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 160 gp. Citrine (40 gp).

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her gray eyes peer out from beneath her feathered white hat.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Portia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 90 gp. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears bulky green painted plate armor. Her crest is gold and curly. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady red eyes.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: Savaran was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Her father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her father was legitimate. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 40 gp.