Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His dark red hair is lengthy. His silver eyes peer out from beneath his feathered green hat.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Actor born in the past three hundred years. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He worked as a nervous Actor and found it very stressful. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1700 sp. Banded agate (10 gp). Black opal (400 gp).

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 2'10". She is typically in her Slave Trader uniform, and her gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. Her long golden hair reaches down to her waist. She has gray eyes and a white hat with a violet feather.

Personality: Shaena hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her poetry career. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born in the east to a Slave Trader, Shaena learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Shipwright. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: She wants to get laid.

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1900 sp.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is dressed in earthy colors with a white and blue handkerchief worn on her right side. Her red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She bought a quarterstaff and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She's in love; and she's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Amethyst (140 gp).

Description: She wears an entirely black suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and she perpetually has her greataxe ready. Her hair is cut close to her head. Her gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Phelaia embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. The war was a terrible time for her, and Phelaia does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. When Phelaia reached her early adolescence her Tiefling mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Phelaia and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.