Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His black hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Racist, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a brown shirt with thin green vertical stripes and tan pants. His golden hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. After coming to the age of reason, Rolf took it upon himself to study the divine 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 tan collared shirt and green skirt. She accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her black hair is still thick. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. To her fellows she 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: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Waywocket was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Waywocket has worked very hard to control her curse. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by illithids. Waywocket was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a brown coat. She wears her blonde hair down. She is baby faced.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Ovina took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up scimitar and armor she uses now. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and she desires to right it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 700 sp.