Description: This northern woman is abnormally tall. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her white hair is still thick. Her ears are large.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Ploughman. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 sp. Carnelian (60 gp).

Description: 2'10" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She dresses like a well dressed Blacksmith does. Her hair is long and silver with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small red clips. Her green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Euphemia isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. She works hard and plays hard.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She has worked as a Blacksmith like her father before her.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She prefers to wear flannel. She is portly but not overly obese. Her fur is gray, silky, and of moderate length. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She exudes charisma. She is a tour de force of persuasion. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This malnourished woman wears a worn and beaten armor. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length auburn hair. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: She got into the Bellfounder business at a young age. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She tends to wear a yellow poncho over her likewise colored trousers and shirt. Her silver hair is still thick. Her fierce green eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: She was born in a small desert village. 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. Millicent took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up whip and armor she uses now. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: 5'8" and muscular, this northern woman likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. Her hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. Her black eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Mercenary born in the past three hundred years. She is harsh and unforgiving.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered north to less war torn lands. She has achieved small success as a Mercenary.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His head has been shaved. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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-Elf in existence. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At some point he was captured by giants and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She is typically in her Stylist uniform. She carries with her a set of rapiers on her belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. Her red hair is thinning but still full. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. As she has aged she has sought to do reparations for her actions as a youth. She is also making sure that her compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: Beatrice was raised in a hard working conservative environment. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Stylist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stylist work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Stylist responsibilities is difficult; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly whips and tridents. His black crest is lengthy. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Nadarr was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Nadarr decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Criminal record, Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 cp. Citrine (40 gp). Azurite (12 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp).