Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Horhog isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the south were limited. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 60 pp.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized yellow coat, and is pretty ugly. Her auburn hair is wavy and long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is shy and timid. She has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Blacksmith profession.

History: She got into the Hunter business at a young age. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She's also a talented Blacksmith, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 50 gp. Red-brown spinel (150 gp).

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 brown hair is singed and shortened. His black eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 Tiefling in existence. 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, Nicor is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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. 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. Nicor fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is purple and very short. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: The child of a Knight, who enjoyed hunting, Mordai was taken on many hunting expeditions. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: Just what you see.