Description: She wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants, and carries nunchakus. Her brown hair is smooth and relatively long. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her mother. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Orcs in Creega's homeland. Creega decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Creega fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aramil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Scribe, who enjoyed hunting, Aramil was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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. During his travels, Aramil and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Aramil discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Aramil fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born to a Weaver, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Interpreter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He struck the Interpreter job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a brown costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on his torso. He has moderate length black hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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 Dwarf in existence. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Fallond reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He became a Interpreter soon after.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Banded mail.