Description: She is a physically imposing light-skinned woman. She wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born in the south to a Adventurer, Althaea learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Obsidian (12 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears silk and lounges about seductively. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 40 gp. Solid gold idol (300 gp).

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she wears dark leathers with embroidery. Her blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are green.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: She got into the Marshal business at a young age. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He wears dull green sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. He carries with him a set of longbows, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red crest is lengthy. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson green hat.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Norkruuth was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Brewer.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Racist, Forgetful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Varis was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He carries a battered flail and tarnished shortbow as well. He wears his chestnut hair up. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

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. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it. He has a long brown beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Arumawann is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Dyer, who enjoyed hunting, Arumawann was taken on many hunting expeditions. Through the years after Arumawann was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Arumawann's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and a strong sense of loyalty to tiefling people

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (100 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man is very fat, and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small black hat.

Personality: Nybarg is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He comes from a rich eastern family. Nybarg was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 12000 cp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a black tunic with yellow highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes. His red hair is heavily combed to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 360 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.