Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a simple green robe with brown stripes complete with hood. Her blue hair is lengthy. Her eyes are a pleasant black.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Damaia was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Damaia took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up flail and armor she uses now. She bought a flail and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Secretive, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears just a violet suit. Her black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: Born in the south to a Laborer, Oriel learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. After coming to the age of reason, Oriel took it upon herself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'3" and muscular, this western woman wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has brown eyes.

Personality: She is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Insane, Antagonistic, Mundane. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1800 sp.

Description: She wears light armors faded through time and improper care. She has dyed her greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. Her brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends she is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy herself. She is obsessed with her god.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Jarana fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp.