Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. While he appears to be a normal Half-Orc, 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length silver crest. His eyes are gold and beady.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 140 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (20 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears a tan broad hat and tan clothes. She wears her silver hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: She was born into a rich family. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Chalcedony (70 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp). Amethyst (130 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her auburn hair is lengthy. Her brown eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed grey hat.

Personality: Dagnal hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her painting career. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Dagnal was born in the west. At a young age she loved to build and create. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She has worked as a Body Guard like her father before her.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to be a spy again

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.