Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears silk and lounges about seductively. She has moderate length brown hair. Her brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is mildly Human supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way north. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She is content.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp).

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. Her skin is light but she possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. She keeps her silver hair in a flapper bob. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are violet.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Hatae was born in the south. At a young age she loved to build and create. After coming to the age of reason, Hatae took it upon herself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. 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's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Joker, Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 50 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). Solid gold idol (300 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and is pretty ugly. His hair is silver and curly. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sark fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to be a soapmaker again

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. He is physically well-built. His hair is auburn and curly. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Kilvar lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Kilvar reached his early adolescence his Dwarf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Adventurer; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military, Has a crush. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She very much looks the part of a Body Guard, and carries axes. Her black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Phelaia is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Body Guard. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 130 gp. Jet (40 gp).