Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: Pirithin is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Pirithin grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Extrovert, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: She has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her blue robe. She carries a battered longbow and tarnished rapier as well. Her tied-back hair is red. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is mildly Halfling supremacist, though she does not identify as such. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. Dee was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Dee decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. 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. Dee fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people; and she has decided she is irredeemable

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She likes to wear black tank tops with grey skirt. Her tied-back hair is red. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 67. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Brakka is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born in the north. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 93. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. A friendly and beautiful Halfling, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Ombul was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 150 gp.