Description: She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her hair is silver and very short. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive.

History: She got into the Servant business at a young age. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Ootah took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Servant responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Job, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 30000 cp. Alexandrite (1500 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She is portly but not overly obese. Her long lavender fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Fisher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and she is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 7000 sp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1100 gp). Sard (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 3'0" and wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Vlorn isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Black opal (700 gp). Malachite (5 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His long cinnamon fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the north were limited. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3000 cp.