Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 6'0". She wears suspenders and white workpants. Her shirt is blue, and she wears a heavy white leather apron most of the time, and her gloved hand is found clutching a scimitar. She wears a top hat to cover her moderate length auburn hair. Her face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Gorga will drive conversation. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. She has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a black shirt, with a blue mid length skirt with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She has done her best to style her purple hair to look like a famous performer. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. A serious injury left her father unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm father. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Debt. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses well, wearing violet shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Aramil took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 cp. Brown-green garnet (130 gp).

Description: He sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Erevan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.