Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His head has been shaved. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.

History: Roge was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. 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. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Roge fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a fancy yellow suit. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Thervan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Thervan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Mundane, Racist, Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His golden hair is thinning but still full. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Kyle was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Barbarian, 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 Barbarian in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Being a Healer kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a grey vest and prefers pastel and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born to a Layabout, his mother struggled to pay the bills. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. After a long history of fighting, Reirak and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and balancing his hectic life and new mercenary responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 4000 cp. Cloth of gold vestments (90 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.