Description: This woman wears a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her copper crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She's in love.

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 400 sp. Jet (110 gp).

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 moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: This man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his left hand. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Through the years after Ombul was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Ombul's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 60 gp. Brown-green garnet (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with blue colored cloaks and clothing. He carries a battered bastard sword and tarnished scythe as well. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Qualen was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Qualen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Banded mail.