Description: This malnourished woman wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. She keeps her brown hair in a flapper bob. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Barkeep. She will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. Nedda liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She became a Barkeep soon after.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world.

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: French accent

Possessions: An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Her right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise she appears quite healthy. She wears a red feathered hat and red clothes. She has slicked back chestnut hair. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Rose was born the youngest of three triplets. She worked as a nervous Body Guard and found it very stressful. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and tiefling compassion

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. Her white fur, when down, is lengthy. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her blue eyes.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Left-Handed was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Paladin, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Paladin in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Left-Handed abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His skin is also unnaturally pale. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Tharivol took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 600 sp. Bloodstone (20 gp).