Description: She is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape, and she perpetually has her trident ready. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Her druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. 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 south. She bought a trident and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. Banded agate (15 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp). Obsidian (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Laborer. Her hair, while still mostly purple, has prominent grey streaks. Her red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Makaria grew up listening to her father's many stories. A gifted student she started as a Baker, but she got bored and became a Laborer. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 180 gp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears a green wide-brimmed hat and green clothes. Her dark red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She works hard and plays hard.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. In her youth she was a Bather, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. 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 not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist, PTSD. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: This man stands a little under 6'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Mason born in the past three hundred years. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 800 gp.