Description: This man stands a little under 6'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His scarlet crest, when down, is lengthy. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Medrash liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His first spouse was a Beggar, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. After months of barely getting by, John managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Religious, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'5". She wears dull black sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed mace, just in case, and her gloved hand is found clutching a mace. She keeps her black crest in a flapper bob. Her gold unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 8. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Vezera grew up listening to her mother's many stories. When Vezera reached her early adolescence her Dragonborn 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. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears long strands of amethyst and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She keeps her long copper crest kept up in a rat tail. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 east. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Courier they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Blacksmith, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To end her boredom.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 100 sp. Star rose quartz (80 gp).