Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver hair is braided into rings. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Stylist but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bounty Hunter they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Stylist, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: This southern man wears a grey shirt with thin yellow vertical stripes and black pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. 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 cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the south were limited. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Stutters

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

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a tan shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his silver hair down. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: Hunter is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His childhood dream was to be a Blacksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools.