Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she prefers to wear blue clothing when she does not wear armor. She has shaved her head bald. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: She was raised in a desert tribe. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. She has never given up on her writing dream.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent father; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across her face, she wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. Her red crest is long and unkept. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Blendaeth is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1500 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Amethyst (150 gp). Amethyst (150 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, she is typically in her Spy uniform. Her copper crest, when down, is lengthy. She has red eyes.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She loves being with her children and actually smiles when they are around. She would do anything for them. She dislikes her ex a great deal.

History: Mijira was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Her first spouse was a Glassblower, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand her business; and wants to raise her children well

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Guardian, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 160 pp. Jet (100 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a black armored body suit, with a simple blue line shooting up and back down. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the right. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has been helping groups of widows and orphans who have fled abusive spouses or lost their families to giants.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people.

Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Horhog took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Horhog fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 500 gp. Eye agate (13 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.