Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She tends to wear a large black jacket. She keeps her long silver crest kept up in a rat tail. She has red eyes and a black hat with a brown feather.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Quespa was born on a far western forest where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Laborer. 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 is wracked by social anxiety; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. Her fur is brown, silky, and of moderate length. She has a dull look in her green eyes.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Shivering was born in the north. At a young age she loved to build and create. 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. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Opinionated, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A woman with a friendly, welcoming air about her, she wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her bastard sword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She has dyed her greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. Her eyes are white and beady.

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 constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Gadreel grew up listening to her mother's many stories. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tiefling conditions. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Joker, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She wears tattered old clothes. She is portly but not overly obese. She has wavy white hair. Her brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: She got into the Spy business at a young age. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Lia took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor she uses now. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She has a crush on the local Shoemaker; and to settle down with her crush

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Average lock.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. Her white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. Her gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. Her temper goes off on the smallest of things. She tends to lash out at those around her.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her father gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her father, who blamed her for driving them apart. She left for the east, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Addict, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Performer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1800 sp.