Description: She is a physically imposing dark-skinned woman. She wears a violet vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her violet boots flare out at the collars. She wears a broad hat to hide her balding. She has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. Being a Stylist kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her orange fur is singed and shortened. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Sensitive, Shy. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears bulky red painted plate armor. He keeps his brown hair in a pixie cut. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (30 gp). 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears a pastel shirt with thin black vertical stripes and red pants. His cinnamon fur, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are likewise copper. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Windy was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Fighter, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Fighter in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'7". He dresses like a well dressed Butcher does, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Zûgor is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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 Butcher. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Religious. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 270 gp.