Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a white scarf. His red hair is lengthy. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born into a rich family. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Joker, Logical, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: She prefers to wear flannel. She carries a battered greatsword and tarnished warhammer as well. Her red hair is thinning but still full. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 83. 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 is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Emeny fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Slave. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Moonstone (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp).

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She carries a battered shield and tarnished lance as well. Her golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Servant born in the past three hundred years. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: She was born at the edge of vast forest. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Buvvie took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor she uses now. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of maces, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Cask was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bowyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 12000 sp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.