Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose pastel pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She carries a battered bastard sword and tarnished greataxe as well. She keeps her lavender fur in a flapper bob. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

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. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 3'2" and wears suspenders and blue workpants. Her shirt is tan, and she wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. She keeps her chestnut hair in a pixie cut. She has hazel eyes.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes goblins are coming to abduct people. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Waywocket hails from a village terrorized by goblins. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Waywocket has worked very hard to control her curse. She has recently attracted an admirer that believes she's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wants her loneliness to end

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Poor, In love, Military, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Rimple's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Born to a Soapmaker, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.