Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. Her long brown hair reaches down to her waist. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Antinua was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Antinua was born on a far eastern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Fisher. She tends to her Fisher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 210 gp.

Description: She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. She carries a battered longsword and tarnished hand crossbow as well. Her silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. Her eyes are likewise amber. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Detective

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned woman, she wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with top hat. Her chestnut hair is well kept. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Herleva is depressed about a lot of things. She tends to be a nihilist. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Born in the east to a Fortune-teller, Herleva learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Artistic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 110 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (70 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a greatsword on his belt. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Carpenter they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Navigator, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 10000 cp.