Description: She wears skinny pants and wears a black and white robe with the hood down. She is physically well-built. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: She is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though she does not identify as such. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Bather for the past few years.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. She wears a worn and beaten armor, marred by chocolates. Her blonde hair is well kept. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Emmeline was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. When Emmeline reached her early adolescence her Human 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 became a Servant soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: This southern woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. Her clothes are grease stained in places. Her blonde hair is still thick. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A deeply religious woman she believes everything happens for a reason. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Keyleth lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her first spouse was a Herbalist, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He dresses like a well dressed Actor does. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Oskar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He struck the Actor job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 290 gp.