Description: Standing 5'8", this man wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has wavy chestnut hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Tieflings in Oriax's homeland. Oriax decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Oriax fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her blue robe, and is pretty ugly. Her fur is short and black. She is baby faced.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Stableman business.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Stableman arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. 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 has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her gray eyes peer out from beneath her feathered white hat.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Portia fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. She carries with her a set of shortspears on her belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. Her gold crest is heavily combed to the right. This red eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Savaran was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She struck it rich when she found rare goods in large quantities. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To be a Fortune-teller again; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 30 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This northern man is abnormally tall. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He wears his black fur up. His eyes are copper and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 330 gp.