Description: He is lean but muscular and wears baggy white pantaloons and a green scarf. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Thorpe was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and he desires to right it.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His silver hair is braided into rings. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Tailor arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Through the years after Veit was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Veit's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Lazy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Orcs in Zed's homeland. Zed decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 200 gp. Eye agate (10 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). 2 Holy water. 1 Alchemist’s fire. 2 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her crest is brass, silky, and of moderate length. She has a dull look in her red eyes.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Born in the north to a Guard, Savaran learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered north to less war torn lands. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and wants her loneliness to end

Flaws: Insane, PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 80 gp.