Description: He wears a blue costume with the symbols of his god on his torso, and carries lances. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Fibblestib took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a tan and violet handkerchief worn on his left side. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned woman, she wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her blonde hair is thinning but still full. Her green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Delre wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Barbarian, so she tries to act the part. She does a good job, for the most part... A true patriot, Delre would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When Delre reached her early adolescence her Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Military, Rich, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 70 gp. Brown-green garnet (110 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears tattered old clothes. His cinnamon fur is lengthy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Animal Trainer. He struck the Animal Trainer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.