Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is wearing a long, tan cloak. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Unemployed born in the past three hundred years. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Olunt liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Job, Enemies, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 18000 cp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red crest. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has a hunchback. He has done his best to style his red crest to look like a famous performer. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He wears a brown vest and prefers white and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is physically well-built. His fur is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Commoner who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 390 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He takes great joy in being the best Carter in town.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Carter.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 140 pp. Eye agate (6 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Star ruby (1200 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Sard (30 gp).

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries a battered falchion and tarnished morningstar as well. His brass crest has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 32. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. A friendly and beautiful Dragonborn, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was born in a small island village. Srorthen abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature morningstar.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 500 gp.