Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Senteq was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: Her left side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She is wearing a long, violet cloak. Her brown hair is lengthy. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Calm and collected, she is a well trained Server. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Elama was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. While she appears to be a normal Half-Elf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Server.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has moderate length blonde hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: This malnourished man is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Masseuse. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ugol isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Half-Orc unity. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Masseuse hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 130 gp.