Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: The child of a Barrister, who enjoyed hunting, Mormo was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Mormo took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Jade (140 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. Her violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Through the years after Myev was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Myev's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Mercenary and was forced into it by her family; and she has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears baggy green pantaloons and a tan scarf. His hair is red and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He works hard and plays hard.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1100 sp. Chrysoberyl (160 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Dustin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He bought a axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 sp.