Description: This malnourished woman wears an entirely pastel suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Her fur, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. Her amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep her interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. Her parents enrolled her in a Warrior school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs; and her religion dominates her actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 40 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 cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Impulsive. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is chestnut and very short. His half smiles and red eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. During his travels, Sammal and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Sammal discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Sammal fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. He has moderate length silver hair. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Cook but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born to a Server, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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. Arumawann fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs.

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 30 pp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.