Description: She is a small woman, but exceptionally fit. She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her chestnut hair is thinning but still full. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: She hates Tieflings with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She was born in the north. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered north to less war torn lands. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Racist, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 280 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and is pretty ugly. His silver hair is cut short. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Ivellios 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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. After coming to the age of reason, Ivellios took it upon himself to study the arcane arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. She wears a robe, a symbol of strength around her neck, and a spear on her belt. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. Her eyes are likewise amber.

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. A friendly and beautiful Human, she is rarely seen without a few beauties around her arms. Though a playboy in all rights, she is no lame duck.

History: Joan was born with her mother's beautiful face. While studying, she fell in love. They married and had a son. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Joan 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; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, In love. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Marshal who has hired him part-time. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.