Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Erevan lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and doesn't want to be a fortune-teller and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Family, Debt. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 230 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. 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: He was born into a rich family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature flail.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Servant who has hired him part-time. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Performer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: He sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 91. 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. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it, and his gloved hand is found clutching a bastard sword. His head has been shaved. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Tharivol was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1400 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.